Beneath the sky, where stars align,
There flows a thread of the Divine.
In every breath, in every beat,
A sacred pulse that we repeat.
From dust we came, to light we rise,
A spark of God within our eyes.
Through every trial, joy, and pain,
We find the truth we can’t explain.
For in the silence, there we hear,
The voice of love so pure, so clear.
It whispers through both time and space,
A gentle call, a warm embrace.
We walk this earth, but not alone,
Our souls are seeds that have been sown.
Connected to a greater plan,
A mystery beyond mere man.
The light we carry deep inside,
Is where Divinity does reside.
It’s in the beauty of the stars,
In endless skies and redwood scars.
And though we wander, lose our way,
Divine love guides us back each day.
For in the heart, His presence stays,
A beacon in life’s endless maze.
The path is written in the stars,
No matter how near or how far.
In every tree, in every stream,
Is proof we’re part of something seen.
Our hands may toil, our hearts may strain,
But still the light will not refrain.
For we are woven from the thread,
Of heaven’s grace, from love we’re fed.
So look within, and you will find,
The spark of something pure, refined.
Divinity, in you, in me,
A truth that sets the spirit free.
The world around may twist and turn,
But in our souls, the embers burn.
An everlasting, sacred fire,
That lifts us ever higher, higher.
In every step, in every breath,
We carry life, we conquer death.
For we are more than flesh and bone,
We are the echoes of His throne.
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