In Sorrow’s Depth, a Whisper of Love
In a day of sorrow, heavy and deep,
I cleaned my home, hoping solace to keep.
Unknowing, my heart’s home I tended too,
Behind a baseboard, a card came into view.
It read in words, both gentle and divine,
“I have called you by name; you are Mine.”
A whisper of love, a message so clear,
In the midst of my sorrow, I felt Him near.
The Silent One draws us, and we are His,
We wander through life, seeking what we miss.
We wonder if peace will ever be ours to keep,
Will it await us, once we reach His palace deep?
We are all refugees, not from the war,
That rages beyond us, on distant shore,
But from the battle within, unseen, unshown,
The eternal struggle fought in hearts alone.
Our peace is determined, not by our stance,
Nor by sheer force of will, or fleeting chance,
But by the quiet within, a subtle grace,
That guides the weary soul through time and space.
© Vishy Dadsetan