In the hush of prayer, where heart’s pleas rise,
A gentle peace descends, soft as a sigh.
Beyond all thought, serene, it calms my cries,
A sacred truth where whispered answers lie.

A radiant glow, like starlight’s tender gleam,
Enwraps my soul in solace, warm and near.
Unseen, yet felt, angels weave heaven’s dream,
Their presence cloaks me, easing doubt and fear.

In sorrow’s shade, sweet silence blooms with grace,
A quiet voice, divine, begins to sing:
“Your prayers are heard, they soar to holy space,
I am here, with comfort on gentle wing.”

Through Psalms’ soft words, my spirit finds its way,
Each verse a bridge to peace that calms the storm.
Though eyes may miss the angels’ bright array,
My heart knows their warmth, their celestial form.

From whispered hopes, life’s answers softly bloom,
Each prayer fulfilled, a thread in heaven’s art.
In awe, I lift my praise through sacred gloom,
Bound to divine love, forever heart to heart.