by Samantha Syrnich TLC
© 2025 Samantha Syrnich TLC. All Rights Reserved.
Through the parted veil of cloud and sky,
Heaven breathes a whisper,
soft and high.
Golden rays descend —
a gentle grace,
Touching the sea with an angel’s face.
A sail drifts silent through mirrored light,
Where day meets dusk and wrong meets right.
The water holds the heavens’ glow,
As time stands still in the undertow.
No thunder speaks,
no tempest cries,
Only calm truth in the open skies.
For here between the earth and sun,
The soul remembers —
we are one.
So sail,
sweet spirit,
where peace is spun,
In the hands of Heaven’s radiant sun.
For every storm that fades away,
Leaves light more pure than words can say.
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