A tapestry woven, with colors that hide,
The whispers of truth, the cries of despair,
The echoes of laughter, the burdens we bear.
I close my eyes, and breathe deep and slow,
Letting the burdens of the day gently go,
My heart beats a rhythm, a silent refrain,
An offering of gratitude, easing the pain.
Words form in the stillness, a prayer takes its flight,
A longing for guidance, a yearning for light,
For strength in the darkness, for peace in the storm,
A whisper of faith, keeping my spirit warm.
I speak to the silence, the vast unknown,
A tapestry woven, my spirit alone,
Yet somehow connected, to something divine,
A presence unseen, a love that entwines.
The world fades away, the worries subside,
In this sacred space, where my spirit can hide,
With a grateful heart, and a hopeful desire,
I open my eyes, and rekindle the fire.
The canvas is waiting, the brush in my hand,
To paint my own story, on this sacred land,
With each stroke of kindness, with each act of grace,
I continue the journey, and leave my own trace.