In the sacred silence of my soul's deep core,
A whisper rises, gentle, pure—
Divine threads woven through my days,
Guiding my steps in luminous rays.
With each dawn's promise, I feel the grace,
A steady hand, a warm embrace,
Confidence blooms in sacred trust,
In divine timing, I place my trust.
Peace is the river that flows through my veins,
A calming current that soothes all pains,
Knowing I'm watched, loved, and led,
By a divine force that's wisely spread.
Through shadows and storms, I walk serene,
Anchored in faith, in what's unseen,
A journey sacred, divinely spun,
My spirit shines like the morning sun.
So I surrender, let go, and believe—
In divine guidance, I receive,
Peace and confidence as my guiding star,
Forever loved, just as I am.
—January,14,2026
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