by Jeff Byrd
In the stillness of the morning light,
When the world is hushed and calm,
A whisper stirs within the soul,
A sacred, guiding psalm.
It speaks not in the thunder's roar,
Nor in the tempest's cry,
But in the gentle breath of peace,
Where truth and love reside.
These signals of the inner self,
Are whispers of the Divine,
Guiding us through every step,
A path both pure and fine.
For in each heart, the voice of God,
Resides, a light to see,
It speaks in moments soft and true,
To guide, to set us free.
Trust the voice, the subtle nudge,
The stirrings deep inside,
For they are the echoes of the Truth,
Where Spirit does abide.
In every choice, in every turn,
Let intuition lead,
For in the silence of the soul,
God plants a sacred seed.
So listen well, with open heart,
To the signals of your soul,
They are the voice of God within,
Guiding you to whole.