Poems of the Divine

You are not the seeker lost in night,

You are the very source of light.

Not the candle reaching for the flame —

You are the fire that has no name.

Before the world was born in form,

Before the calm, before the storm,

You were there — a sacred breath,

A love that lives beyond all death.

So lay your searching gently down,

Remove the thorns, release the crown.

The divine you seek with weary eyes

Is looking back — it is your own disguise.

The river does not ask the sea

If it is worthy to be free.

It simply flows through stone and earth,

Remembering its ancient worth.

And so must you, dear wandering soul,

Trust the current, trust the whole.

The path that winds through shadow and light

Is not a mistake — it is your birthright.

Let go the banks you cling to so,

The river always knows where to go.

You are the water, you are the way —

Flowing into a sacred day.

Before the world demands my name,

Before the day ignites its flame,

I sit in silence, soft and still,

And let the sacred have its fill.

I breathe in gold, I breathe out grey,

I offer up this brand new day.

Not as a task, not as a test —

But as a gift, a sacred quest.

May every step I take today

Be lit by love along the way.

May every word that leaves my lips

Be dipped in grace before it slips.

I am the prayer. I am the song.

To this divine, I have always belonged.

She did not know she had wings

Until the world took everything.

And in the hollow, in the ache,

She felt them stir — begin to wake.

Not wings of feather, bone, or air,

But wings of grace beyond compare.

Woven from the tears she cried,

From every truth she held inside.

Now she rises, soft and sure,

Her heart made open, her spirit pure.

She did not find her wings above —

She grew them from the roots of love.

In the silence between the words,

God speaks in ways that can't be heard

By ears that only know the noise —

The sacred hides in quiet joys.

Sit still a moment, close your eyes,

Let all the rushing thoughts arise

And pass like clouds across the sky —

You are the space in which they fly.

The answers that you seek so far

Are written in the light of stars

That shine within your very chest —

In silence, you are always blessed.

No matter how far you have strayed,

No matter how long you have delayed,

The divine within you has not moved —

It waits, unchanged, forever proved.

You cannot lose what you truly are,

You cannot dim your own bright star.

The wandering was part of the way,

The returning is the sacred day.

Come home, dear soul, come home at last,

Release the future, release the past.

Here in this breath, this very now —

The divine bows to you, as you bow.