In the quiet folds of twilight’s embrace,Where whispers of the divine softly trace,The gentle rustle of leaves in prayer,Echoes the sacred in the tranquil air.A thousand stars in the midnight sky,Each a testament to the watchful eye,Of a universe woven with tender care,A tapestry of grace beyond compare.In the heart’s solitude, a silent song,A melody of faith where we belong,The gentle touch of a guiding hand,Leading us through the shifting sands.In every breath, a sacred sigh,In every tear, a question why,The presence of God in every hue,In the dawn’s light, forever true.