Beneath the noise, beneath the name,
A quiet pulse, a sacred flame.
It hums beneath the skin and bone,
A rhythm ancient, yet our own.
When heart and mind no longer war,
When will and purpose meet once more,
The soul steps forward, calm and true—
And life begins to breathe anew.
No need for proof, no need for praise,
Alignment glows in subtle ways:
A softer voice, a clearer sight,
A sense of walking into light.
It isn’t found in grand design,
But in the pause between the lines,
Where being still reveals the art—
The soul returning to its heart.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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