I saw from the windowsill
The Lord blew on the trees, and they whispered "amen"
And you know… It was real
I will never be the same
The room holds a sacred tune,
With icons of Mary and Christ on the wall.
And You know…
In stillness, I find my place —
I’m learning to stay, not just passing through.
I didn't come to hide, ;But i came here to stop running out.
The noise outside is loud, but
The quiet here says more than sound.;;No lights, no lines to say —
Just this room and quiet stay.
No need to prove I’m real —
Just a moment I can feel.
I came here with questions deep,
And left them at the door.
My hands find the keys again —
And I rest in the light in the room.
And I rest in the light in the room.
And I rest in the light in the room.
Light in the room
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