This poem was born from a recurring call — the message to share our truth. To express what inspires us and what longs to move through us and see the light of day — before we leave this earth, while we still have time.

In doing so, we add meaning to our lives and light to the world around us.

It is a reflection on expression, authenticity, trust, and the courage to offer our unique voice to life — and the freedom it.

 

Sunlight and sacred geometry rippling across still water, surrounded by moss-covered stones and forest light

 

A message is arriving — Knocking on your door.

Share what you have got, before your time is due.

Share while you still can, don’t wait until too late.

Share your dear sweet dreams, extended in the wind.

  

What’s wanting to be shared,

listen to your soul,

it’s yearning to be free,

there is a longing for release.

 

For each moment is precious, a gift from God herself,

Every moment is a present, then in an instant is no more.

Never to return, a memory which burns.

Reminds us what has been and will never be again.

 

Now give the sacred apple, share it while it is ripe,

Who knows about tomorrow and the passages of time?

What once was young and vibrant, as all things by time grow old,

The charming adolescent, matures into adult.

 

And so here you are today, able to express,

In your specific form, in your transforming ways.

Tomorrow will be different, perhaps we’ll all be gone,

Who knows how long we’re staying?

Today is all we have.

 

But what will people think?

They might judge our song.

Well that is up to them,

that is their proper choice.

And it doesn’t really matter, because tomorrow they’ll be gone.

 

Tomorrow is anew, so why hold on to what hurts?

Better share the beauty, the pureness of your heart.

 

Dancing on the earth,

Sing your loving words,

Share the gift of life,

Embrace who you hold dear.

 

Share your heart, and glory, once more shall sing through you,

Expression of the spirit, flows freely when we trust.

 

In the opening of heart, we stand for what is true.

Releasing shame and guilt, and whatever holds you back,

Allow it to be free and taken by the wind.

 

Releasing ancient worries of how we are perceived.

We can no longer bother. We need to live our dreams. 

The tension in our bodies, the doubts that cloud our minds.

The protection against feeling, we leave it all behind.

 

Know your voice will carry, it stands the test of time.

Trust in the sweet melody that trickles throughout your spine.

With open hearts our truth, by the grace of God unfolds.

The voice of light ignites, throughout our sacred bones.

The currents of emotions unleashes through our soul.

 

Our strength derives from spirit, our capacity to be.

Honoring your life by sharing what’s in thee.

In life’s eternal cycle, we do the best we can,

Uncertain of what is coming, fear be creeping near.

We can no longer bother, there’s no more time to waste.

So we let go of our worries, we trust the light beyond,

Our feet are firmly rooted, our eyes against the sun.

 

Reflect on what you want, for yourself and those around.

Because your life is the blessing, that lights up in the dark.

The golden thread of sacred, weaves throughout our lives.

Though we cannot see it, it is creating all the time.

 

Now nothing is to keep. All we have is made to give.

So share your sacred essence, and your soul will be released.

Our devotion paves the path for God’s children yet unborn.

All of us the future and the past merged into one.

 

Dandelion seeds releasing into a golden sunset over mountains and still water, with a tree rooted at the edge of the light

 

When we dare to express ourselves authentically, unseen ripples move through the world and touch lives in ways we may never fully know.

If this poem touched something in you, I invite you to explore the essay that gave birth to these words: The Power of Sharing Our Truth — From Silence to Expression.

And if any part of this struck a chord within you, ignited a feeling or awakened a memory, please share your thoughts and reflections in the comments —  they are warmly received. 

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Final Words

This poem can be read many times around.
Read between the lines, for the message is very fine.
Read it one more time, connect to the divine.

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