The Light Within

There is a light that never fades,

Though night may come and courage wane.

It hums beneath the quiet ache,

A whispered hope through loss and rain.

It flickers first — then learns to burn,

Through every tear, through every turn.

The more we trust, the more it grows,

A sacred fire the Spirit knows.

Not born of crowns or earthly might,

But hearts that choose to bloom in night.

For love is not a fleeting flame —

It is the light that bears our name.

So when you fear your spark is small,

Remember — it still warms us all.

Your glow, though gentle, breaks the dark,

A living prayer, a holy spark.