From whispered dawn to starlit deep,
The world awakes, then falls to sleep.
A tender seed beneath the rain
Will rise, will bloom — then fall again.
The infant’s cry, the mother’s song,
The days feel short, the years feel long.
A breath begins, a heart takes flight,
And morning fades to softer light.
The youth will run where rivers gleam,
Will chase the gold of every dream.
Then love will bloom — both fierce and kind —
And leave its petals in the mind.
The hands grow worn, the gaze grows wise,
The soul sees truth behind disguise.
What once was sought in fleeting flame
Returns to earth from where it came.
Yet death is not the end, but rest —
A quiet sigh in nature’s chest.
For in the soil, the seed’s reborn,
And life renews with every morn.
So round and round, the ages spin —
An endless dance without, within.
What ends will start, what’s lost will grow —
The cycle turns; it’s all we know.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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