Poem: Deep Within the Soul

In the hush between heartbeats,
where the world forgets your name,
a lantern made of memory
keeps a slow and patient flame.

There, the silence isn’t empty—
it is full of what you are,
shards of joy and broken longing,
constellations without stars.

You wander through the inner chambers,
barefoot on the dust of dreams,
and every echo is a teaching,
every shadow softly sings.

You learn that grief is just a river
that has carved you into form,
and love—a quiet, stubborn ember
still refusing to grow warm.

Yet deeper still, beneath the aching,
beneath the stories you have told,
there lies a truth untouched by weather:
a small, unyielding core of gold.

And when you touch it—just a moment—
all the world becomes a whole,
for nothing is more vast and tender
than the depth within the soul.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie