Poem: Moving Forward

The road behind is dust and ache,
a whispered name the heart can’t take.
But morning hums a softer tune—
a promise wrapped in light and bloom.

Each step is small, yet still it grows,
through quiet fields where courage sows.
The past may tug, but not command;
our strength is written in the sand.

We learn to breathe where loss once stayed,
to love the scars that time has made.
Forward isn’t fast or grand—
it’s lifting up a trembling hand.

One breath, one dawn, one steady chord—
the soul’s refrain: move on, move forward.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie