Breathe—
the air is a soft confession,
the sky a pulse of quiet blue.
Yesterday hums in the distance,
tomorrow waits behind the hill,
but this—this trembling second—
is the only truth that stands still.
Feel the warmth that time can’t steal,
the laughter spilling, unplanned, real.
No past to fix, no fate to chase—
just heartbeat meeting heartbeat’s pace.
So stand here, eyes wide, unhidden,
where every moment’s gift is given.
Live now, before the now is gone—
and let the present carry on.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Fascinating poetry, Brenda. 😊