Poem March 3, 2025 Issue

Whispers of the infinite

Menganyi Moroga

In the silence,
where the world’s noise fades,
I hear the pulse of divine Love.
It moves,
not in rush or roar,
but in quiet conviction,
a breath of peace
that sweeps across the soul.

No fear can stand where Love is—
no sickness, no sorrow . . .
There is instead the stillness of Mind’s embrace,
the healing light
that casts out shadows
and shows me I am whole.

Here, I remember:
I am not bound by earth or time.
I am Spirit’s reflection—
perfect,
free,
unshaken.
And in Truth
I live,
forever safe
in the infinite.