Poem: To Heal a Heart

When the ache feels endless,
and silence hums too loud,
when light seems just a rumor
behind a drifting cloud—

remember: even winter
must bow before the spring,
and every wound, though tender,
still learns to softly sing.

You are not the breaking—
you are what remains,
the pulse that keeps on dreaming
through sorrow, loss, and rain.

Let time lay down its comfort,
let tears baptize the pain,
for hearts aren’t made to shatter—
they’re made to bloom again.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie