A quiet reading
You reach out for peace, But it slips through your fingers like sand, Each grain a moment of hope, Lost to the winds of doubt, To the shadows of unresolved emotions That swirl around you in a storm of confusion.
This is not Divine Love This is a shadow, A flicker of something real, Dancing just out of reach, A glimpse of peace, That fades before you can hold it.
You thought love would bring stillness, A calm in the storm, But all you find is chaos, Endless obstacles that rise before you, Each one more insurmountable than the last, Until you are lost, Caught in the whirlwind of your own unmet expectations.
Divine Love is not something you chase, It is something that comes quietly, Softly, When the heart is open, When the mind is still. But here, in the storm, You are chasing shadows, While peace slips further and further away.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“You reach out for peace,
But it slips through your fingers like sand,
Each grain a moment of hope,
Lost to the winds of doubt,”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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