Different skies, but the same bright sun—

 

No room for shadows in the way I see,
No space for envy to grow in me.
Their road is theirs, with turns unknown,
And mine is waiting to be my own.

I walk with light in every stride,
With steady hope as my quiet guide.
What’s meant for them will find its place,
What’s meant for me I will embrace.

No need to compare, no need to race,
Each soul moves at its destined pace.
Different skies, but the same bright sun—
Many journeys, but each one won.

So I choose faith, I choose to believe,
In all the good I’m meant to receive.
They have their path, I have mine too—
And both are beautiful, strong, and true.

2 mei 26 sabtu

 

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1 mei 26 sabtu

 

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Not one that never breaks—

 

God, You know it—
that place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

The walls remember me wrong.
Even the silence there speaks in a language
I no longer understand.

I don’t want to go back.
Not to the corners that swallowed my light,
not to the rooms that forgot how to breathe with me in them.

Let me stay here,
where the air feels softer,
where even sadness has gentler edges,
where hope still knows my name.

Or take me somewhere else—
a rainbow land stitched from colors I’ve never outgrown,
where the sky doesn’t question my presence,
and the ground holds me like I belong.

But if You want me to return,
if that road is still mine to walk,
then I ask You this, quietly, fully:

God, give me a strong heart.
Not one that never breaks—
but one that knows how to keep beating
even when everything else feels like leaving.

30 april 26 kamis

 

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in whispers I barely understood.

 

I only just realized—
this quiet unfolding of my days
was never random, never mine alone.

It was You.

A gift I walked through blindly,
calling it ordinary ground,
when all along
it was rainbow land—
the very place my prayers
had been pointing to
in whispers I barely understood.

How strange,
to arrive inside a miracle
and not recognize the light.

God, forgive me
for learning so slowly
how to see.

Every step—
even the uncertain ones—
was written with care,
held in a design
far gentler than my fears.

And that sacred sentence
echoes now with new meaning:
“Seek knowledge,
even unto distant lands.”

Here I stand—
far from where I began,
yet closer to purpose
than I have ever been.

Yes… even here,
in lands once distant in my dreams,
I begin to understand—

gratitude is not a moment,
but a growing thing.

So let it rise within me,
day by day,
like dawn learning
how to stay.

29 april 26 wednesday

 

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