The Star-Crowned Wanderer

The elders say
there are spirits who walk
between breath and starlight,
carrying the colors
our hearts forget to show.

They move softly,
teaching that strength
is not the roar of storms
but the quiet widening
of a world held in wonder—
a reminder that even the smallest step
can become a path of prayer.

Their lesson is simple:
live so your shadow grows kind,
So your voice makes room
for every trembling truth,
So your presence becomes
a lantern for those
still learning how to rise.

For when such a spirit
passes through your life,
You remember—
not all journeys are traveled,
Some are awakened.