There are nights when the way lies empty,
when silence drapes itself like a heavy veil,
and the heart, bowed by weariness,
fears it moves unseen through shadowed hours.

Yet even then, you are not alone.

The wind that weaves its song through the trees
keeps quiet harmony with your breath.
The river, steadfast as it carves the stone,
reflects the endurance flowing within you.
The sky, vast and unwearied,
leans close to cradle your sorrow.

Though despair may whisper its emptiness,
you are neither forsaken nor forgotten.
You are woven into the fabric of eternity,
upheld by mercies that do not falter,
sustained by a love that will not let you go.

And when the burden bends you low,
let this truth be the flame that endures:
you are not alone—
for creation bears witness,
time remembers your name,
and the eternal breath
holds you still.

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