Poem: The Magic of the Soul

Within the hush of twilight’s breath,
Beyond the veil of time and death,
There lives a light, serene and whole—
A quiet flame: the human soul.

No shape it takes, no name it needs,
It whispers through the wind and reeds.
It sings in dreams and silent skies,
And sees the world through ancient eyes.

It is the hush in moments still,
The silent pull of unseen will,
A compass when the path is blind,
A spark of truth we’re born to find.

Not bound by flesh, nor chained by fate,
It dances past the narrow gate.
In love it soars, in grief it grows,
Through every wound, its magic shows.

It’s written deep in children’s eyes,
In every star that lights the skies,
In kindness passed from hand to hand,
In mysteries we understand.

So fear not dusk, nor shadowed role—
There’s light enough within your soul.
For though the world may wax and wane,
Its magic lives in you again.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie