A Quiet Light
By Opal A. Richey | Founder of SheBravely
In the rush of days, a whisper calls, Soft as dawn through shadowed halls. A grace that holds when all else bends, A love that mends, and then transcends.
Sister, pause—your heart is seen, Beneath the noise, a peace serene. The Word alive, a steady flame, Speaks your worth, and knows your name.
When storms arise, as storms will do, Roots of faith will carry you. Not in striving, but in rest, We find the strength to face the test.
Let’s gather here, a tender space, Hands outstretched, a shared embrace. No perfect masks, just honest souls, Made whole in Christ, where mercy rolls.
The world may shout, but we’ll be still, Trusting God on every hill. A quiet light, a gentle call— His grace, dear one, is yours, through all.














