#bless - Hello Poetry

A day slipped by in silent grace, The fever waned, it left no trace, Yet something lingered, cold and numb, A hollow place I can’t outrun. I bent my knees, I bowed once more, Pressed my whispers to Your door, Grateful still, though aching deep, Planting prayers I hoped You’d keep. I searched the sky for some small sign, A fragile thread, a sacred line, Perhaps I saw it– soft, unclear– But no one else was standing near. You knew, my Lord, this path I tread, A lifelong trial where I’m led, To never break, to never fall, To choose my faith above it all. And yet my heart grew heavy, slow, Each prayer a quiet undertow, Each time I knelt, it cracked inside, A hidden ache I could not hide. Does darkness bloom before the light? Must healing first resemble night? Like bitter medicine we take, That wounds before it starts to wake. Oh God.... don’t let me drift away, Hold my trembling soul in place, my dear, stay– Guide me gently through this haze, Set one small spark within my days. Just one soft glow would be enough, To mend the seams where life is rough, To laugh again without disguise, To feel the truth behind my eyes. Enough to stand, no longer plead, No longer beg for love I need, No more reaching, no more ache, No more hearts I have to chase. Oh God.... let memory lose its sting, Unweave the sorrow that I cling, For none have felt this weight I bear– So let it fade into the air. But spare me, please, when night is near, Don’t let their shadows reappear, Don’t send them walking through my sleep, Where I am weakest.... soft.... and deep. Let rest be kind, let silence stay, And keep those ghosts of mine away. ♡ lil-usagi

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May 2

May 2, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC

lil-usagi

Soft Prayer

A day slipped by in silent grace, The fever waned, it left no trace, Yet something lingered, cold and numb, A hollow place I can’t outrun. I bent my knees, I bowed once more, Pressed my whispers to Your door, Grateful still, though aching deep, Planting prayers I hoped You’d keep. I searched the sky for some small sign, A fragile thread, a sacred line, Perhaps I saw it– soft, unclear– But no one else was standing near. You knew, my Lord, this path I tread, A lifelong trial where I’m led, To never break, to never fall, To choose my faith above it all. And yet my heart grew heavy, slow, Each prayer a quiet undertow, Each time I knelt, it cracked inside, A hidden ache I could not hide. Does darkness bloom before the light? Must healing first resemble night? Like bitter medicine we take, That wounds before it starts to wake. Oh God.... don’t let me drift away, Hold my trembling soul in place, my dear, stay– Guide me gently through this haze, Set one small spark within my days. Just one soft glow would be enough, To mend the seams where life is rough, To laugh again without disguise, To feel the truth behind my eyes. Enough to stand, no longer plead, No longer beg for love I need, No more reaching, no more ache, No more hearts I have to chase. Oh God.... let memory lose its sting, Unweave the sorrow that I cling, For none have felt this weight I bear– So let it fade into the air. But spare me, please, when night is near, Don’t let their shadows reappear, Don’t send them walking through my sleep, Where I am weakest.... soft.... and deep. Let rest be kind, let silence stay, And keep those ghosts of mine away. ♡ lil-usagi