JENNY M GUERRIER

Whispers of Light in the Thorns

Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos, Unfolding petals where storms collide. Scented flowers push through thorny bushes, Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied. A single light pierces vast darkness, Steady and small, yet bravely bright, Reminding every weary heart this: Where there is a will, there is a way through the night. So be that whispered light that gently strays, Shying the shadows with quiet grace, Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones, And making ordinary moments a warm embrace. Imagine the humor in the grand design— How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art, How one small spark can realign The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart. In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage, A subtle victory, never loud or grand, Where even darkness yields to quiet rage Of hope that blooms and takes a stand. Hold fast, for every trial has its end, And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends The darkest hour toward a brighter bend— A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.