Whispers of the Soul
Beyond the walls of creed and name,
Where echoes hush and torches tame,
A silent call, a breath so deep,
A stirring force that will not sleep.
Not bound by scripts of stone and lore,
Nor chained to rites of ancient yore,
It flows like wind through endless skies,
A song unseen, yet never dies.
It whispers in the rustling leaves,
In moonlit waves and golden sheaves,
In solitude where hearts confide,
And love outgrows the need for pride.
No temple holds its fleeting grace,
No sermon frames its boundless space,
For in each heart, a spark divine,
Illumines all—your soul and mine.