Poem: Walking in the Light

I woke before the sun could speak,
While silver dawn unstitched the night,
And stepped beyond the quiet door
To practice walking in the light.

The road was washed in tender gold,
Each blade of grass a jeweled flame,
The trees stood breathing amber air
As if the world had shed its name.

My shadow followed, soft and thin,
No longer something dark to hide—
It moved in gentle harmony,
A faithful echo at my side.

The light did not demand my past,
Nor measure worth with scale or chart;
It simply poured through open sky
And found the corners of my heart.

It touched the cracks I tried to mend,
The secret fears I would not show,
And where it lingered, warmth took root,
And fragile seeds began to grow.

Each step became a quiet vow
To face the day without disguise,
To let illumination fall
On truth behind my guarded eyes.

For walking in the light is this:
Not blinding glare nor flawless sight,
But choosing still to lift your face
And meet the mercy of its brightness—
And keep on walking in the light.

Thank-you for reading,

Much Love,

Brenda Marie