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.