Poem: Light of the World

In the quiet hour before the dawn,
When shadows breathe and night holds on,
A single spark begins to rise—
A whispered glow across the skies. ✨

It moves through hearts, through dust and stone,
A warmth that says you’re not alone.
Through shattered dreams and weary sight,
It plants the seeds of living light.

The storms may roar, the dark may stay,
And clouds may steal the edge of day,
Yet somewhere deep where hope is curled,
Still burns the light that warms the world. 🌍

It shines in hands that choose to care,
In gentle words and quiet prayer,
In every soul that dares to be
A lantern for humanity. 🕯️

So when the night feels long and cold,
Remember what the stars have told:
No shadow, vast or tightly furled,
Can dim the light that shapes the world.

Thank-you for reading,

Brenda Marie