Angels are always watching,In quiet folds of light,They guard the moments fragileThat tremble in the night. They whisper through the stillness,They steady every fear,And when the world grows shadowed,They gather, drawing near. Unseen, yet ever-present,Like stars that never fade—Angels are always watching,In love that won’t betray. Thank-you for reading. Remember there are many paths back … Continue reading Poem: Angels Are Always Watching

I wake, and the world is softer for it—the air, a kind of kindness.The sun doesn’t rise, it reaches,as if to touch the pulseof something tender that humsbeneath my ribs. To live from loveis to walk barefoot through the day,feeling the earth forgive each step.It’s to see the stranger’s eyesand recognize a long-lost home,to speak … Continue reading Poem: Living from Love

The Art of Healing Healing is not a thunderclap—it is a quiet rain,falling soft upon the earththat once burned with pain. It is breath returning slowly,a sunrise without applause,the gentle work of time and gracerewriting ancient flaws. Scars are not the end of us,they’re pages turned and done—the proof that even shattered thingscan shimmer in … Continue reading Poem: The Art of Healing

Don’t hide your light beneath the grey,The world grows dim when you turn away.Your spark was born to burn, to show,To warm the hearts too cold to glow. Let laughter spill, let colors sing,Unfold your truth, unfurl your wing.The timid dawn still breaks the night—So rise, my friend—don’t hide your light. The stars don’t ask … Continue reading Poem: Don’t Hide Your Light

When twilight drips from autumn’s tongue,And whispers curl where shadows hung,The air grows thick with rust and rhyme—It is the witch’s favored time. Leaves like embers crack and fade,Paths of gold through graveyards laid,Owls recite their haunted prayer,And something stirs the brittle air. The moon, a coin of molten bone,Hangs high to mark her spectral … Continue reading Poem: The Season of the Witch

Soul Spark In the hush between two heartbeats,a flicker — small, unseen — begins.Not fire, not light, but something deeper,a shimmer born beneath the skin. It hums where silence leans to listen,where breath and wonder intertwine;a single pulse, a whispered promise,that even shadows can divine. It is the ache that builds creation,the ember that survives … Continue reading Poem: Soul Spark

The trees exhale in amber breath,A final sigh before their rest.Each leaf, a spark of fleeting flame,Lets go—unburdened, free of name. They twirl through crisp and golden air,Soft dancers spun with tender care.A hush descends; the daylight weavesIts fading threads through falling leaves. Beneath my feet, they softly sing,Of summer’s warmth, of fleeting spring.Their crackling … Continue reading Poem: Whispers of Autumn

In dawn’s first hush, where gold meets green,A lightworker kneels, serene, unseen.Hands cupped full of radiant prayer,She offers her heart to the breath of air. No temple walls, no gilded throne—Her altar is the Earth alone.Roots and rivers, stars and stone,Each pulse a whisper: You are home. She hums a song the trees recall,A tone … Continue reading Poem: The Lightworker’s Gift to Mother Nature

We leave behind the morning light,Soft footprints fading in the dew,A laugh that echoes out of sight,A whispered truth no one quite knew. We leave a room, a book half-read,The scent of rain, the hush of trees,A silent prayer, the words unsaid,The warmth we gave with quiet ease. We leave behind the songs we hummed,The … Continue reading Poem: What We Leave Behind