When the Body Whispers

I wore my healing
like a finish line,
swallowed the final pills
and called myself whole.

But my lungs knew better.

My body,
faithful and fragile,
sent quiet warnings—

heavy limbs,
midnight tightness in the chest,
breath that arrived
like it was carrying burdens.

Still,
I named my neglect discipline.
I called overworking strength.
I mistook depletion
for devotion.

So my body raised its voice.

A violent gasp.
A trembling prayer.
A reminder
that I am dust
and not divine.

Now bedridden,
with medicine-shaken hands,
I am learning
what pride forgot:

rest is holy.

The world does not collapse
when I am still.
God remains God
without my striving.

So I will listen sooner.
I will honor the temple.
I will trust pause
as much as progress.

Because sometimes
the most sacred healing
is not in pushing through—

but in finally
lying down.

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Fleeting Beauty

There is beauty in the ephemeral,in the fleeting moments we often overlook.

What a beauty it is 
to behold a sunflower, 
crafted with precision, so bold. 

Intricately designed— 
each seed, each grain 
carefully arranged, 
a testament to the Maker’s hand. 

What a joy it is 
to be a sunflower, 
with petals so fine and fair, 
lifting its face 
to the morning sun, 
finding warmth in golden air. 

To smile as the day begins, 
to follow the sun’s gentle spin. 

But as the light fades 
and evening draws near, 
the sunflower bows its head— 
humble, reverent, sincere. 

Like us, it returns to the earth, 
its beauty a fleeting gift, 
fragile and rare. 

Yet in its splendor, 
we see the Maker’s art— 
a masterpiece 
both delicate and strong. 

A rose is lovely, yes— 
but a sunflower, 
oh, that is a work of wonder. 

A reminder 
that we, too, are crafted 
with precision, with care, 
with love divine. 

What a beautiful, tragic gift— 
this life of ours, 
so fleeting, 
yet so profoundly designed. 

This poem reflects on how nature reminds us of divine craftsmanship in both the world and in ourselves.

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