By Sharron L. Henley, M.A., MIN, Journalist
They come like whispers in the rush of days,
A quiet nudge when we’ve lost our way,
Not loud or urgent, never unkind,
Just gentle truths for a weary mind.
A song at the moment the heart feels thin,
A stranger’s smile, a strength within,
A memory rising at just the right time,
Like underlined hope in life’s margin line.
Timely reminders don’t shout or demand,
They rest softly in the palm of your hand,
Saying, breathe… you’re still okay,
You’re not behind, you’re on your way.
They remind us we’ve survived before,
That broken doors still lead to doors,
That even pauses serve a plan,
And grace keeps time better than man.
So when one finds you, don’t rush past,
Let it anchor you to something vast,
For reminders arrive right on cue.
Not early, not late… just true.
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