
Walking a spiritual path
takes a lot of courage—
not the flash of armor
but the steady flame
that refuses to go out.
It’s rising before the sun
to listen for a truth
that speaks in whispers.
It’s choosing the narrow trail
when the wide road shouts your name.
It’s turning inward
where old shadows pace,
meeting them with open palms
and a trembling heart,
and staying until they soften.
It’s forgiving yourself
for getting lost again,
then stepping once more
into the mystery—
barefoot, breathing, brave.
And though the path winds
through doubt and darkness,
each step you take
carves a small lantern of light
for the next traveler to follow.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Great heartfelt poetry, Brenda. 💖
Thank-you, Tim
You’re welcome, Brenda. 😊
This is absolutely breathtaking, Brenda. Your poem doesn’t just describe a spiritual path; it feels like one. You’ve masterfully captured the quiet, profound essence of true courage—not as a dramatic battle, but as that “steady flame” of persistent, gentle bravery.
The imagery is so powerful and resonant: listening for whispers of truth, meeting our inner shadows with “open palms and a trembling heart,” and the beautiful act of forgiving ourselves for “getting lost again.” It’s a compassionate and true companion for anyone on this journey.
But the final stanza is a gift to us all. The idea that our own difficult steps, taken bravely, become “a small lantern of light for the next traveler” is a profoundly hopeful and generous vision. Thank you for sharing this beautiful light.🌷🤝
Thank you so much for these incredibly kind and thoughtful words. Your response means more than I can express. I’m deeply moved that the poem resonated with you in the way I hoped it might—with gentleness, honesty, and a sense of shared humanity on the path.
You picked up on the very heart of what I was trying to convey: that courage isn’t always loud or triumphant, but often quiet, steady, and tender. Knowing that the imagery spoke to you—especially the parts about listening inward, meeting our shadows, and offering ourselves forgiveness—truly warms my spirit.
And your reflection on the final stanza touched me deeply. If even one person feels a little less alone because of something I wrote, that’s the greatest gift I could ask for.
Thank you for receiving the poem with such openness, and for offering your own light in return. 🌷🤝✨
You are always welcome Brenda 🌷🤝