I FEEL LOVE

The love I feel from the universe

does not come in words or signs alone.

It arrives as a warmth beneath my ribs,

a quiet presence reminding me

I am held by something larger

than anything I can touch.

It speaks through the wind,

through light,

through the soft knowing

that I am not walking alone.

It is the love that meets me

before thought,

before fear,

before the world names me.

It is God woven into everything—

the pulse of creation

touching the pulse of me.

I Never Asked for More

I never asked for more.

I thought I only prayed

to keep seeing days and nights—

to keep breathing through whatever life became.

I didn’t realize the heart has a direct channel

leading straight into God,

a quiet line I could not hear,

a hidden whisper I did not know belonged to me.

And while I prayed for the precious gift of time,

my heart—without my knowing—

was praying for you.

But what are days meant for

without sharing them?

When the sun rises,

the mind gathers memories to keep—

like fallen treasures,

each one carried with you

through the steps of your day.

And after the sun sets,

what are the moon and the stars for

if not to know their value

with the arms that also cherish

the night?

My Words are Silent

My words are silent now,

for quiet wraps the air—

a hush that feels like heaven’s breath,

a softness everywhere.

I only feel what’s Real,

and only God knows why;

He stirs the truth within me

as the rest drifts softly by.

This path before my feet

is one my heart can understand,

though my mind keeps reaching for

what has not yet been planned.

For explanation hides itself,

a veil I cannot bend—

a mystery God whispered

that my soul must comprehend.

SONG MAKERS—

Blessed are the Song Makers,

for deep within they keep..

the ache that turns to melody,

the tears their chords must Weep.

I feel your quiet sorrow,

as though it once was mine—

a hymn carved out of longing,

still echoing in Time.

The softness of your music

flows lightly through your hand;

a whisper drawn from Heaven

no heart could misunderstand.

And somehow you already

know pieces of my Soul—

far more than eyes have witnessed,

far more than I control.

I need no explanation.

your presence speaks so True.

For in the way I see you,

I feel you see me too.

Cleansing Prayer

The water fell Upon Us,

cleansing away what was not us.

And I’ll give to you the whole of me—

and you’ll feel me like a Song.

Listen closely as I whisper,

gently take me in your Hand.

It is not that I fear you—

no, it’s something softer than that.

You see, you take the Breathe of Me,

so go slow, Beloved…

you’ll know best when to take my Hand

But for now my love, remember—

I feel your heartbeat in my Hand.

Stand Still Beside Me

Stand still beside Me—

let us keep time away.

Don’t let it find us,

as our lives Softly Play.

For when we are near Each Other,

the world fades into sand—

and in that silent knowing,

I know you’ll Understand.

You see, when my eyes can See You,

and you look back into mine,

I find myself within you—

reflected truly as I Am.

By the love that shaped Creation,

by the breath that made us whole,

I see not just your being—

but the mirror of my Soul.

“The Birth of Love”

Without needing to explain

or understand fully

how True Love becomes what it is,

I have come to see—

through Love itself—

that it resists explanation.

It can only be accepted.

How could it not be,

when it sits as clearly

as any other form of creation in this world?

It is born—

a quiet birth

that arrives already designed in form,

as if Love holds its own divine blueprint.

Like a seed,

small but certain,

it carries the full knowing

of its own growth.

And though unseen,

it is just as real as anything that can be seen.

It moves not with fear,

but with presence—

a mystery that roots itself

in the unseen soil of the soul,

and rises,

without needing to be understood,

only felt.