Morning rinses the sky—yesterday’s dust loosens,falls from the leaves. Light steps barefootacross the floor of the world,quiet, intentional. I drink the air,cool and unburdened,and even my namefeels newly pronounced. Somewhere,the clock forgets to hurry.Somewhere else,I begin again. Thank-you for reading. Remember there are many paths back to God. Follow your own path, Brenda Marie

It always works out,not because the road is kind,but because your feet keep movingeven when the map dissolves. The dark is never empty—it’s full of patience,full of small hinges turningwhere you thought there were walls. What breaks makes room.What leaves makes silence honest.What hurts teaches your handshow to hold what comes next. You don’t see … Continue reading Poem: It Always Works Out

Nowhere to Go but Up I stood at the edge of the almost-gone,With pockets full of maybe and doubt,The ground had learned my name too well,Every fall spelling it out. The sky didn’t promise anything,No guarantees stitched in blue,Just a quiet space above my headAs if to say, What else will you do? I shed … Continue reading Poem: Nowhere to Go but Up

Life leans in close,puts its weight on my shoulderslike it knows my name. Days stack up—emails, bills, expectations,each one small,each one heavy. The clock keeps asking questionsI don’t know how to answer.Time moves forwardeven when I don’t. I carry quiet fearsin the pockets of my routine:Am I enough?Am I late?Am I already falling behind? Some … Continue reading Poem: Life’s Stresses