Whispers of the Divine: The Silent Path of the Messiah #450

Whispers of the Divine: The Silent Path of the Messiah Beneath the ancient, whispering skies, A mystery, silent, softly lies. Not in grand halls or war's loud cries, But in meek hearts, the secret flies. "Tell not of me," He softly spoke, To those He chose, His will bespoke. A savior, not of earthly yoke, But light for souls the world broke. With steps divine on earth He tread, Fulfilling words long prophets said. Not with loud cries, but quietly led, To where tears fall and fears shed. A secret held, until the time, When cross and tomb His truth sublime. His kingdom not of earth's grime, But in hearts to climb. In silence deep, disciples found, The depth of love, in mystery crowned. Through death, through life, His fate profound, In whispered truth, His grace unbound. The silence, a strategy divine, A path to love, a sacred line. In whispers, in breezes fine, The messiah's secret, a holy sign. In hearts prepared, the truth takes root, The silent savior, love's pursuit. His way of peace, His fruit, In silence, His eternal suit. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 2, 2024)