Let the Magic Begin
When twilight whispers through the trees,
And starlight dances on the breeze,
The hush of night begins to spin—
Close your eyes… let the magic begin.
A silver thread through dreams is sewn,
Where shadows speak in softer tone,
And every breath, both wild and thin,
Calls to the soul: let the magic begin.
The forest hums its ancient song,
Where time is neither short nor long,
And footsteps vanish deep within—
The path unknown… let the magic begin.
A spark, a flicker in the air,
A promise hiding everywhere,
In every end, a new begin—
So take the leap—let the magic begin.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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