A Whisper Of Faith Poem by Savva Emanon

I do not know
what waits beyond this bend in the road.

I cannot see the shape of tomorrow,
nor read the map hidden
inside the hands of time.
Yet still I walk.

Not because I possess certainty,
but because something deeper than certainty
calls me forward.
A quiet trust. A gentle knowing.

A faith that does not demand answers
before taking the next step.

The river does not know every turn
on its journey to the sea.
The dawn does not ask permission
before becoming morning.

And the soul was never meant
to understand everything.
It was meant to trust.

So I place one foot before the other,
through light and shadow,
through questions and wonder,
believing that every step
is a conversation with the unseen.

Every breath an act of courage,
and every moment of moving forward
a whisper of faith,
even when I cannot see where it leads.