
Climb the stair that floats mid-air,
Past stars that blink in dragon’s lair.
Ask the moon to pour you tea,
And sail on thoughts across the sea.
Whisper to the wind’s regret,
Of clocks that haven’t ticked just yet.
Build a house on Saturn’s ring,
And teach a stone to laugh, to sing.
Chase a shadow into flame,
Rename the sky, then lose your name.
Plant a seed in winter’s throat,
And watch it bloom a silver note.
Dive through mirrors, swim in light,
Find day curled softly in the night.
Kiss the silence, break its vow—
Dream of then as if it’s now.
Let your logic come undone,
Race a rainbow, catch the sun.
There’s no rule too high to bend
When you don’t believe the end.
So go—begin where none have tried,
Where reason breaks and myths reside.
The path is wild, the stars untrue—
But what is life if not the new?
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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