In the hush of dawn’s tender embrace,

We weave our hearts through sacred space.
Psalms rise soft, like mist on the air,
Each verse a step, a whispered prayer.

In stillness deep, we seek the flame,
A light divine, no tongue can name.
Our souls, laid bare, in silence roam,
To find the voice that calls us home.

As shadows dance on ancient stone,
We kneel, yet never feel alone.
The heart’s own cadence, pure and free,
Becomes a bridge to eternity.

O gentle whisper, soft and clear,
You speak where only souls can hear.
In quiet depths, your truth unfolds,
A love eternal, ever bold.