Whispers on the Divine Path #903

Whispers on the Divine Path (Echoes of the Divine Path) In whispered tones at dusk’s embrace, A voice calls deep within the space Where heart meets soul—“To follow Him, Forsake yourself, let light grow dim On earthly crowns, embrace the cross Where shadows dance, and all is loss.” Who dares to walk this lesser known? To cast away the life they've sown In hues familiar, safe, and warm, For promises through storm transformed? This roar, this call to self deny, Is tempest fierce 'neath tranquil sky. Imagine life, not counted by gains, But by the grace through veins it rains, Each day, a canvas, broad and clear, With kindness stroked, and love drawn near. Standing firm where faith might bend, Coloring outside lines that blend. What means it then to bear one’s cross? A word of hope amid the loss, A meal shared with a newfound friend, Silence held where voices rend. These are the paths He marked as true, Small acts of love we're called to do. Let us convene where echoes fill The quiet places, calm and still, Not halls of fame where voices clamor, But where love’s whisper breaks the hammer. Together walk the rugged way, In tender courage, let us stay. In every step, a sacred stride, In giving up, life opens wide. Commit to acts of beauty, rare, In unseen moments, always there. Our ripples may be small at start, But swell to fill each weary heart. Together on this path we tread, Not seeking rest where fame is fed, But in the arms of Him who gives A place where every lost thing lives. Join me now, step past the seen, To where true life is evergreen. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 14, 2024)