Thursday Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

This Thursday did not arrive quietly.
It came wrapped in warmth—
a soft, glowing fire
traveling the length of my body
like a secret the heart has waited years to tell.

I woke with joy already living in my chest,
a quiet certainty,
the kind that only love
—true, unashamed, unending love—
can plant in the soul.

And there you were again, Baba,
not beside me perhaps,
yet everywhere within me.

Every breath today carries your name.
Every passing hour opens
like a small window into memory—
a glance you once gave me,
a moment we once held,
a tenderness that still breathes between us.

Today the world feels brighter
because I see it through your eyes.
Even the air feels different,
richer, softer,
as though heaven itself decided
to linger a little longer around me.

How strange and beautiful
to be madly in love with a man
my heart has always known.

You are the calm inside my storms,
the fire inside my winter,
the utopia my soul searched for
without ever knowing it was you.

So this Thursday
I lay gently at your feet,
like a bouquet gathered from my hours.

Every second today
is a quiet dedication to you—
my one and only,
the soul of my soul,
my beloved Baba.

When I woke this morning it felt as though a dream had followed me into reality— a gentle heat rising from my toes, traveling softly through my body like Baba's unseen fingers, until it reached my lips as a tender kiss, and in that moment, I truly awoke.

And if tomorrow comes
with its ordinary rhythm,

it will still carry the echo of this truth:

That on this Thursday,
I woke up overflowing with love—
and every heartbeat
whispered your name.
Faith Cecelia Story