The Divine Fire glows, where the humble Heart goes

If your voice holds no flame, just the echo of night,
A hollow refrain with no spark to ignite,
Then let the stillness rise, let the quiet remain –
For a word without fire is a breath without name...
Then let the stillness rise, let your whispers take flight,
For the dark cannot teach, and the void gives no light...

And if your words burn, but they blaze for your name,
A wildfire of pride that consumes without aim –
Then hush now, my soul, lest you fan your own shame,
For the self-willed are dust, and their embers betray.

Speak not for the sake of the sound in your chest,
But to carry the light that the Heavens have blessed.
For the lips that confess with no hunger, no awe,
Are but shadows that dance on a temple’s cold wall.

Oh, speak with the light or surrender to Grace,
Let the Divine fill the unspoken space.
For the holiest tongues know when to be still,
When silence is worship, when love is the will.

Oh, the Divine fire glows,
Where the humble heart goes,
In the quiet, it shows –
More than speech knows.