Calamity Meets Serenity

In darkness, I lean on a quiet trust,  

A hand unseen but steady in the night,  

My trembling heart steadied by dust and rust,  

I breathe in ruin, then exhale soft light.  

Each wound a lesson, sharpened by His grace,  

A map to places where I dare not tread,  

Yet still I walk, my fears in tender lace,  

The thorns soft bloom where once they bled me red.  

What is despair but half a prayer in bloom?  

Each shattered thing a prelude to repair.  

I match the storm with peace, a quiet room,  

God’s name the breath I carry through the air.  

With trust, calamity turns into wings,  

Serenity in all the breaking brings.