Poem:Alchemy of the Soul

In the quiet crucible of night,
Where thought turns ember-gold,
I feel the subtle art ignite—
The alchemy of the soul.

A sorrow melts, a joy distills,
Old fears transmute to fire;
What once was weight now lightly fills
The lungs with new desire.

The heart, a tireless alchemist,
Keeps stirring what is true—
From broken ore of what I’ve missed
It forms a brighter hue.

And though the process burns and bends
The metal of my days,
It shapes me in a way that mends
The fractures into praise.

So let the hidden furnace glow,
Let spirit’s vapors rise—
For every self I learn to know
Becomes a rare surprise.

At dawn, the vessel feels made whole—
Light pours where shadows stole.
Thus life perfects its secret goal:
The alchemy of the soul.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie