In the soft hush of morning light,
Where shadows dance with fading night,
A whisper calls from skies above,
A gentle touch, a breath of love.

Through ancient woods and rivers wide,
In every leaf where secrets hide,
The voice of God in nature sings,
In every breeze, on every wing.

In silent prayers and hopeful dreams,
In starlit skies and moonlit beams,
A guiding hand unseen yet near,
A comfort in both joy and fear.

In hearts that search for meaning true,
In kindness shared, in friendships new,
The presence felt, though not always seen,
The sacred dance of the unseen.