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
Spritual Writer
Hi, I’m Liza—writer, intuitive messenger, and keeper of sacred reflections. Through Soul Reflections in Divine Light, I offer words that awaken, heal, and realign us with the Kingdom within. Rooted in Christ Consciousness, ancestral remembrance, and sovereign truth, this space invites you to return home to yourself
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