Where Spirit Listens
In the hush between heartbeats,
where breath softens its wings,
a doorway made of stillness
waits, open, shimmering.
Here the world lays down its noise,
and the unseen rises clear—
a whisper shaped like moonlight,
a presence drawing near.
You do not need to chase it,
nor name what can’t be named;
just rest inside the silence
and feel the ancient flame.
It flickers in your ribcage,
it echoes in your bones,
a memory of forever
you’ve never walked alone.
So close your eyes and soften,
let thought and hurry fall—
the spirit’s not a distant thing,
it’s the deepest part of all.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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