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Whisper to the Spirits

I cry out to the spirits—
Help me, help me.
I am a soul adrift,
Wandering in the hush between stars and silence.

Illuminate my path,
With the soft fire of your goodness,
And the grace that moves unseen,
Like wind through ancient trees.

Let me walk in wisdom—
Not of pride, but peace.
In glory not of gold,
But of hearts made whole.

Guide me, lift me,
Hold me in the stillness.
Let your light shine where shadows fall,
And I will follow.

Anonymous

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