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When Your Hands Are Empty #poemofhope #faithpoetry #spokenwordpoetry

There will be a season when you have done all you know to do and still, nothing. No answer at the door. No sudden change. No sign in the sky telling you that tomorrow will be kinder. Just you, your unanswered prayer, and the strange silence that makes you question whether God is still listening. He is. Do not mistake silence for absence. Some of God's deepest work happens without making a sound. Roots grow in darkness. Healing happens beneath skin. Morning begins long before the window knows there is light. And somewhere beyond what you can see, your life is being moved by hands you cannot follow. So do not abandon your faith because you cannot trace God's footsteps. You were never promised a clear view. You were given enough light for the next step. Take it. Even if your knees shake. Even if your heart has questions your mouth is afraid to ask. Take it. Faith is not a life without uncertainty. It is waking up with uncertainty beside you and refusing to let it choose your direc...

The Wisest Woman in the Room #spokenwordpoetry #sadpoetry #freeverse

He thought she was a fool. He saw the softness in her face and mistook it for weakness. Saw the kindness in her hands and imagined them already reaching for his needs. He spoke of love when what he really wanted was rescue. A woman to carry his burdens, pay his debts, quiet his failures, and call it partnership. He did not come looking for a woman to love. He came looking for a woman to use. And she knew. She heard the hunger beneath his sweet words. She noticed how his affection grew warmer whenever money was mentioned. How his promises became bigger when his pockets became emptier. How easily he said we when he meant you . But she did not expose him. She listened. She smiled. She let him believe he was the clever one. That was his mistake. He thought silence meant ignorance. He thought patience meant surrender. He thought her gentle heart had no eyes. But wisdom is sometimes quiet. It sits at the back of the room and watches everyone tell on themselves. And while he was counting what...

The Mystery #DarkPoetry #Mystery #MysticalPoetry

There are questions that do not want an answer. They live beneath the tongue, quiet as buried rain, waiting for the hour when the heart becomes still enough to hear them breathing. I have carried one for years. I do not know its name. I only know that sometimes, when the world has gone to sleep and the moon hangs pale over the roofs of strangers, something in me remembers a place I have never been. A corridor without windows. A door without a room. A voice without a face calling me by a name I have never told anyone. I used to believe mystery belonged to darkness. I was wrong. Mystery is the light that enters a room and reveals what we were not ready to see. It is the pause between a question and its answer. The hand that almost touches yours on a crowded train. The letter never sent. The photograph of a childhood you cannot remember. The sudden ache for someone you have never met. Perhaps that is why we fear the unknown, not because it is empty, but because it may be full of things we...