Through time and endless space,
life’s miracles keep their pace;
a sacred tide, a holy blaze,
a divine pulse that never fades.
Like rivers through eternal sky,
they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live.
And in that vast and shining blue,
we rise as birds with wings anew.
For just a breath, for just a flight,
we taste existence, pure and bright,
the fragile gift, the secret art,
of beating hope within the heart.
We journey on through loss and doubt,
through questions never figured out;
yet trust that in the quiet deep
unseen victories gently sleep.
To love beyond what eyes can see,
to walk the road of destiny;
to turn the pain that finds us all
into a prayer that breaks the wall.
A silent revolution born
from wounded night to brighter morn.
To guard this life with steadfast hands
against harsh wars and barren lands,
against the hunger, stark, unfair,
the wound of want in open air.
To live, and learn to live once more,
with childlike wonder at the core,
with open eyes and fearless gleam,
and hearts still faithful to a dream.
For in simplicity we find
the boundless truth of humankind:
in kindness, generosity;
in light, enduring hope to be;
and in pure love, above, untold,
the Whole within each living soul.
I’d love to share a poem I recently rediscovered, a small treasure I found tucked away in my chest of memories.
I hope it finds a place in your heart.
