In quiet moments,
when the world softens its noise,
I hear the whispers —
not of words,
but of something deeper,
like a thread
woven through the air,
pulling gently
at the edges of my soul.
It’s the light behind the darkness,
the breath between heartbeats,
the calm beneath the storm.
I reach—
not with hands,
but with longing,
knowing the unseen
is always near,
holding me
in its endless embrace.
And in that space—
where doubt dissolves,
and silence sings—
I find a home
that’s not of this earth,
but of something
eternal.