Poem: Integration

In the hush between two breaths,
where mind forgets its name,
a subtle door swings open
to the chambers of the soul.

First comes the ember-body—
the pulse of instinct, warm and ancient—
asking only to be honored,
not shamed for its gravity.

Then the heart arrives
like a lantern in the dusk,
its flame flickering with every joy
and every wound you ever carried,
whispering: Nothing is lost
when it is felt.

Higher still, the dreamer appears—
keeper of symbols,
architect of inner constellations—
painting your longings
in colors you’ve not yet learned.

And finally, the quiet summit—
the soul that does not speak,
because it is the speaking,
the seeing,
the source.

To integrate them
is not to merge them into one,
but to let them sit together
like old friends around a fire
each holding a corner of your truth
until the whole of you
glows.

And in that glow
you remember:
you have never been parts—
only a single radiance
learning its own depth
from many angles.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie