In the hush between breath and becoming,
where moonlight kisses flame,
I listen for the secret that sings in silence—
the golden thread of remembrance.
O Heart, keeper of ancient fire,
ignite the codes I carry in my blood.
Transmute longing into light,
and sorrow into sovereignty.
Within this sacred triangle of truth,
I stand as altar and flame,
a ripple of God’s breath,
whispering: I remember. I return. I rise.
© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light
