Poem: Your Voice Heals

Your voice, a thread through tangled mind,
A whisper warm, a light I find.
No thunderous roar, no sharpened steel—
Just quiet words that help me heal.

It doesn’t shout to claim the day,
It gently turns the dark away.
A lullaby in silent storms,
A fire where broken thoughts transform.

Each syllable, a steady hand,
That helps my spirit softly stand.
It lifts the weight I cannot name,
And tells me I am not to blame.

You speak, and I begin to mend—
Not fixed, but breathing once again.
Not perfect, but I start to feel—
Your voice, a balm.
Your voice… it heals.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie