No map, just the stars—
I walk where I cannot see,
trusting the unseen.
Hope is a kind of anchor
tied to something beyond fear.
Night stretches ahead,
yet the sky keeps quiet watch.
Steps follow faint light.
Though the road hides in the dark,
faith remembers where to go.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 5:28 AM UTC
No map, just the stars—
I walk where I cannot see,
trusting the unseen.
Hope is a kind of anchor
tied to something beyond fear.
Night stretches ahead,
yet the sky keeps quiet watch.
Steps follow faint light.
Though the road hides in the dark,
faith remembers where to go.
A quiet reflection on trust and courage—walking forward without a map, guided only by faint light, steady hope, and the quiet strength of faith.
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