Mystery

There is a place within me

where time does not move,

where the soul kneels without effort

and listens for what cannot be spoken.

It is here

your name rises like incense,

not called,

but remembered.

Here, love is not a feeling,

but a language older than breath—

a current the heart recognizes

before the mind wakes.

I do not reach outward.

I simply open.

And in the opening,

something eternal unfolds.

It is the hush of God,

the quiet pulse of destiny,

the echo of a bond

written long before we understood its shape.

This devotion I chose,

and I too am chosen.

It is known

A thread that binds what was scattered,

the fire that burns without consuming,

the mystery that reveals itself

only to those who wait in stillness.

Timeless.

Holy.

A Mystery.

Forever..

And always,

…always True.