Poem: the Pathway

In the hush between two heartbeats,
a doorway forms—
not of wood or stone,
but of remembering.

You step where thought dissolves,
where the mind loosens its grip
like dawn releasing the last star.

The path is not forward,
but inward—
a gentle returning to the pulse
beneath every pulse,
the light behind the eyes
that were never truly closed.

Here, silence is not empty
but overflowing—
a river carrying every name
you’ve ever held for yourself
back to the ocean
where none are needed.

You touch the Source
not as a seeker,
but as a spark
finding its flame again.

And in that reunion,
your breath widens,
your spirit unknots,
and the world softens
into its first morning—
new,
familiar,
and entirely yours.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie