Echoes of the Sacred #520

Echoes of the Sacred In paths where light and shadow blend, Jesus whispered, a silent command, "To spirits dark, speak not of Me," A mystery wrapped, divine and grand. In scriptures' depth, a warning lies, Of angels false in light's disguise. Seek deeper still, beyond the guise, For truth's pure gold in faith's wise eyes. Mark's gospel holds a secret, bright, A Messiah cloaked from mortal sight. Why choose the silence over fame? A narrative controlled, His claim to right. Through actions, words, a truth unfolds, Not in the clamor, but in whispers told. A quest for discernment, a call to the soul, To find the divine in the quiet, bold. In Jesus' steps, a path we find, To seek the truth, leave doubts behind. Not in the spectacle, but in love's own kind, A guide to the heart, to the spiritually blind. So let us walk with tender care, In sacred echoes, a prayer we share. Guided by faith's lantern, softly bright, Home to the heart, in the quiet night. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 9, 2024)