Faith In Silence Poem by ashok jadhav

I sit where no one speaks, yet all is heard,
The quiet hum beneath the rush of day;
In stillness blooms a soft and patient word,
A whispered truth that will not fade away.
No voice proclaims, no trumpet shakes the air,
Yet something moves beneath the hidden calm;
A faith that holds, unshaken, strong, and rare,
Its presence felt like rain upon the palm.
Silence becomes the altar of the soul,
Where hope and trust entwine without demand;
It teaches hearts that even when not whole,
We are upheld by something vast and grand.
So I believe in what the world cannot see,
A quiet faith that sets the spirit free.