In the stillness where shadows play,
thoughts gather like leaves in autumn,
a whisper threads through the silence,
reminding me of a distant warmth.
The memory of God, gentle and near,
shimmers like dew on a morning’s grass,
filling the void with unspoken grace,
a flicker of light in the vastness of dusk.
Here, within this calm sanctuary,
the heart learns to listen, to breathe,
to cradle the weight of simple truths,
where questions dissolve like mist on the pond.
The world fades, but this presence lingers,
like the echo of laughter in twilight,
and I, a wanderer on this old road,
find solace in the quiet, unbroken faith.
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Lovely writing
Love it
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