It begins as a fracture in the monolith of night,
not a flood, but a thin, insistent silver
widening the door.

We call it belief,
but it functions more like a spine,
the invisible architecture that holds us upright
when the gravity of the world
tries to pull us into the dust.

To trust the Unseen is to plant a garden
in the middle of a drought,
knowing the rain is already traveling
toward you from a horizon you cannot yet see.

It is the alchemy of the soul,
turning a desperate plea into a rooted hallelujah,
folding the abyss of a thousand whys
into the quietude of a single yes.

When the world loses its voice to the thunder,
faith provides the dialect of peace.
It is the power to stand amidst the ruins
and speak of the rising song yet to be built.

@doddyokelo