Where the Rushing Stops: Finding Peace in the Trail of Grace

 

 Sometimes, transformation requires us to step away from the noise, sit quietly with our thoughts, and simply let the tears fall. It is in those raw, unhurried moments on the back porch that we realize we are finally safe.

The Unbreakable Grip

Way back, before the noise of the world stepped in,

You asked about my day,

And wrapped me in a stillness

That language could never quite explain.

I was a wanderer, chasing the wind,

Until I stumbled into your shore—

Caught in an unbreakable grip,

Where the rushing stops,

And the heart doesn't have to fight anymore.

To look back is to see the trail of grace,

Every petal dropped along the way,

A quiet whisper reminding me:

Welcome home, my love.

You are safe in this rhythm today.

  HumbleLove 🌾🪷⏳