Deep in the hush where no words tread,
Beyond the mind, beneath what’s said,
There glows a flame, so still, so small—
Yet in its light, we hold it all.
Not born of flesh, nor shaped by time,
It sings without a voice or rhyme.
No temple holds it, carved in stone,
For in each soul, it stands alone.
The god-spark lives in grief and grace,
In every child’s upturned face,
In whispered prayers, in silent screams,
In broken hearts and rising dreams.
It is the ache that calls us true,
The pull to love, to start anew.
The pulse beneath the world’s disguise—
The star unseen by waking eyes.
It burns in those who dare forgive,
Who fall, and rise, and choose to live.
Not power, but a sacred part—
The infinite within the heart.
So guard it well, this ember bright,
Though winds may howl and steal your light.
For when all else is torn apart,
Still lives the god-spark in the heart.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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