Held by the Sky. Rooted in Light.
There is a moment before the breath.
A stillness before the story.
That moment is now.
You are not broken.
You are becoming.
You are not here to be explained.
You are here to be felt.
To be remembered.
To be.
This is what it means to be held by the sky—
To walk as a living altar.
To breathe as if the heavens are listening.
To trust the unseen hands that cradle your becoming.
Let the silence speak louder than your wounds.
Let the breath become your altar.
Let the stillness become your teacher.
Strip away the noise.
Strip away the need to be understood.
You are not your past.
You are the light rising from it.
Pause.
Feel.
Return.
🌈 You are the rainbow bridge.
🔥 You are the fire and the water.
🌿 You are the seed and the soil.
☁️ You are held—by the sky, by the Divine, by your own sacred breath.
© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™
