God,
I carry this hope
in the quietest way I know.
I do not speak it,
I do not force it,
and often,
I even hide it from myself.
Because I am afraid—
that if I hold it too tightly,
I might end up hurting
the very things I am meant to protect.
But You know,
behind all this silence,
there is a prayer
that keeps repeating without a sound.
If he is truly a part
of the goodness You have written for me,
then bring him closer
in the most gentle and rightful way.
And if not,
do not let this hope
turn into a wound.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:44 AM UTC
God,
I carry this hope
in the quietest way I know.
I do not speak it,
I do not force it,
and often,
I even hide it from myself.
Because I am afraid—
that if I hold it too tightly,
I might end up hurting
the very things I am meant to protect.
But You know,
behind all this silence,
there is a prayer
that keeps repeating without a sound.
If he is truly a part
of the goodness You have written for me,
then bring him closer
in the most gentle and rightful way.
And if not,
do not let this hope
turn into a wound.
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