Poem: Mirrors of the Soul

Mirrors of the Soul

In quiet glass, a shadow stirs,
A whispered thought, a fleeting blur.
Reflections ripple, soft and deep,
Where secrets wake from silent sleep.

Eyes like windows, dark or bright,
Hold the storms and hold the light.
Every glance, a story told,
In mirrored pools of courage bold.

The heart’s reflection, sometimes cracked,
Shows the paths we’ve wandered back.
Yet in each shard, a spark remains,
A gentle balm for hidden pains.

Mirrors of the soul, they see,
The tangled roots of what will be.
Not just the face we show to all,
But the quiet truths that never fall.

So gaze within, both brave and kind,
And meet the echoes you may find.
For in that glass, both dark and whole,
We touch the depths of our own soul.Poem:

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie