Walking a spiritual pathtakes a lot of courage—not the flash of armorbut the steady flamethat refuses to go out. It’s rising before the sunto listen for a truththat speaks in whispers.It’s choosing the narrow trailwhen the wide road shouts your name. It’s turning inwardwhere old shadows pace,meeting them with open palmsand a trembling heart,and staying … Continue reading Poem: Walking the Spiritual Path

It isn’t easy,carrying daylight in your pocketwhen the world feels overcast,trying to coax a sparkfrom matches gone damp. It isn’t easy,speaking gently to yourselfwhen your thoughts arrivelike uninvited storms,loud and certain. It isn’t easy,holding the edges of hopewhen they fray in your hands—yet still you stitch them back,thread by trembling thread. But listen—in the quiet … Continue reading Poem: It Isn’t Easy

I’ll gather words like morning dew,soft-shining on the grass—each fragile, trembling syllablea moment I let pass. I’ll spin them into something warm,a thread of quiet light,to weave a little lanternin the dimness of the night. I’ll let them fall imperfectly,the way all heart-thoughts do—not polished into symmetry,but honest, rough, and true. And if they reach … Continue reading Poem: The Best I Can