Poem: Whispers of an Angel

In quiet light where dawn is born,
An angel weaves through threads of morn,
With silver wings and eyes so deep,
As if they’ve watched the stars in sleep.

She walks where hearts are torn and bare,
A hush of hope within the air,
No trumpet sounds, no blazing flame,
Yet every soul will speak her name.

A voice as soft as falling snow,
She sings of things we used to know—
Of love untouched by time or end,
Of sorrow turned to light again.

She lifts the weary with a glance,
And gives the broken one more chance.
No chains, no sword, no crown, no throne—
Just grace enough to feel you’re known.

Though mortal eyes may never see
The shape of her divinity,
You’ll know her when your burdens cease—
That’s when you’ve touched a piece of peace.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie