In the stillness of the night, a whisper calls,
A gentle murmur from heavens high,
It speaks of love, of endless grace,
The tender touch of the Divine.

Beneath the canopy of stars, we stand,
With hearts wide open to the skies,
Each twinkling light a promise made,
By the Creator’s watchful eyes.

In every dawn, a new beginning,
The sun’s first rays a warm embrace,
It whispers softly, “I am here,”
In every breath, in every place.

Through trials, storms, and darkest nights,
A guiding hand, a beacon bright,
The eternal whisper of the Divine,
Forever leading us to light.