Poem: The Creator Within

The Creator Within

There is a quiet fire beneath your skin,
A whisper saying begin again.
Not from the world, not from the sky—
But from the stillness that will not die.

It hums beneath each passing thought,
In dreams half-built, in lessons taught.
It shapes the silence, bends the air,
And builds a world from what’s not there.

The creator within does not demand,
It waits, with open, patient hands.
For courage more than perfect art—
For truth that trembles from the heart.

Each breath, a brushstroke on the day,
Each choice, a word you choose to say.
And when you doubt what lies inside,
Remember—oceans start as tide.

So shape your chaos, let it spin,
The world begins where you begin.
For every ending, loss, or din—
Is clay to mold
by the creator within.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie