There is a sound beneath the chaos of the world
A tremble in the bones
A breath at the edge of Silence
~
It is the sound of the birth of Beauty
Born not of perfection
But from Presence
From Truth
From a Soul that has dared to remember
~
You are not here to echo the ache of a world that has forgotten its song
You are here to stir the waters
To Ignite the sky
To place your hands into the Earth and whisper
“Come alive. And Sing”
~
You carry the Chalice
It is not heavy. It was made for you
Crafted from obsidian and Starlight
Poured from the first word ever spoken:
“Let there be …”
~
Let there be Beauty
… from the ashes
Let there be Love
… where it has been lost
Let there be Light
… from within, not above
~
You are not just the Echo
You are the Beginning
So when the world grows Weary and Wild
When the Darkness thickens like storm-heavy skies
When you forget yourself again …
Drink deeply
~
Drink from the chalice that lives in your Heart
And sing—not to impress, not to be heard
But because it is Who You Are
~
A Singer of Soul-light
A Weaver of Wonder
A Flame that dances with Grace
One who sings Beauty into Being …
Everywhere
And Always
~Dinah
