A Song for the Soul - The Prayer of a Longing Heart

A Song for the Soul: The Prayer of a Longing Heart

By Lauren Mangelinckx, Brahmaloka Healing Arts LLC

I came through the veil with stars in my eyes,
A shimmer, a silence, a whisper of skies.
But the world pulled me down with its noise and its name,
And I wept for a place I could never reclaim.

They said, “Grow up. Be strong. Let go of the dream.”
But dreams were my language, and truth ran upstream.
So I swallowed the light, kept the ache in my chest,
And danced through this life like a soul dispossessed.

But oh, how I longed for the warmth of a flame
That didn’t burn out when you called it by name.
A touch that remembered, a gaze that could see
The part of me hidden beyond what I be.

This ache—it would sing when the night winds would blow,
A melody mourning the place I once know.
Not flesh, not earth, not time nor face—
But something far deeper… a radiant grace.

I thought I was broken.
Too soft, too strange.
But longing, I’ve learned,
Is the start of the change.

It’s the voice of the soul
when the mind’s lost its way.
It’s the pull of the stars
at the edge of the day.

It’s the question that stirs
when the silence grows wide—
“Who placed this wild compass inside?”

Now I don’t run from the ache anymore.
I open the window, I welcome the door.
I sit with the sorrow, I hum with the pain—
And find that the longing was never in vain.

It leads me to stillness,
To breath, to release.
To moments where all of the voices just cease.
And there in the hush, in the hush I can hear—
The song of the soul drawing ever so near.

If you’ve felt alone with a heart full of fire,
If you’ve wandered this world with a nameless desire,
If you’ve prayed without words, just the beat of your chest—
Then know, sweet soul, you are richly blessed.

For that is the doorway, the start of the thread,
The map that will guide you through all that you’ve shed.
The ache is a prayer, and the prayer is the key
To the home you’ve been holding in your memory.

So breathe with the question.
Let tears have their say.
Let longing become
your most luminous way.

You’re not here to fit—
you’re here to recall
The light that you are,
the truth underneath all.

And when you are ready, come rest in this space—
A haven for hearts who have danced out of place.
Where healing is holy and longing is wise,
And your soul is remembered as vast as the skies.

—Lauren
www.brahmalokahealingarts.com