In the beginning, whispers of stars
Painted the cosmos with gentle hands,
An eternal dance of creation’s art,
Guided by love only God understands.

Through valleys veiled in shadow’s touch,
Hope flickers softly, a guiding flame,
In silence, we seek the gentle hush,
A call to hearts that softly proclaim.

Mountains stand tall, a testament bold,
To the strength and grace of divine design,
Each whisper of wind a story told,
Of faith and trust in paths entwined.

In the stillness of night, the soul finds rest,
Cradled in arms of unyielding grace,
With every breath, a silent quest,
To meet the dawn with love’s embrace.