The heart keeps seeing when the eyes grow tired,
When facts grow dim and certainties decay;
It reads a truth the mind has long denied,
And walks by faith where reason turns away.
Through broken hopes and promises undone,
It holds a light no shadow can eclipse;
Not blind belief, but knowing slowly won,
From grief that taught what silence never slips.
The heart keeps seeing past the present ache,
Beyond the noise of fear and fragile proof;
It trusts the shape that suffering can make,
And builds its hope beneath an open roof.
So while the world demands what can be shown,
The heart keeps seeing—what must be known.
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