
In quiet moments, softly still,
A gentle warmth begins to fill—
A whispered thanks, a breathing-in,
For where I’m going, where I’ve been.
For morning light on waking eyes,
For fleeting clouds in wandering skies,
For hands that help, for hearts that stay,
For mercy met along the way.
For every small, unspoken grace
That finds me in the strangest place—
I lift my thoughts, my humble praise,
And hold this gratitude always.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Lovely poem of gratitude, Brenda. It touches my heart. 💖
Thank-you, Tim
You’re welcome, Brenda. 😊
Brenda, this poem is a beautiful and gentle capture of gratitude’s quiet power. The way you find profound thankfulness in “morning light,” “fleeting clouds,” and “unspoken grace” is truly moving. It feels like a peaceful exhale for the soul. Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt piece—it’s a lovely reminder to pause and appreciate the grace woven into everyday moments. Your words are a gift.🌷🤝
thank you so much for your kind and generous words. 🌷
I’m truly touched that the poem resonated with you in such a gentle, peaceful way. Knowing that those small glimpses of light and quiet moments spoke to you means more than I can express.
Your message feels like its own moment of grace—a reminder of how deeply we’re connected through the simple things we notice and share. I’m grateful for your presence and your beautiful reflections.
Your words are a gift to me as well. 🤝✨
You are most welcome Brenda 🌷🤝