There is a quiet after storms,
A hush where pain can rest,
Where broken wings relearn the wind,
And sorrow finds its nest.
The tears you shed were not in vain,
They watered seeds unseen—
And from the cracks of yesterday,
Will bloom what might have been.
Take time, dear heart, to breathe again,
To feel the sun’s embrace;
The light will find its way to you,
Through every shadowed place.
You are not what the hurt has made,
But what survives the ache—
A softer, stronger, brighter soul,
That love will not forsake.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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