Spirit

Coffee cools beside my journal page

Yesterday’s anger still won’t fade

I trace the steam rise soft and slow

Then feel a peace I didn’t know

No voice from clouds, no burning bush

Just breath that steadies every rush

You speak in sunlight on the floor

In pauses between slamming doors

Not with fire—but steady glow

Turning chaos into something whole

Texts go unanswered, plans fall through

I almost say the words I’ll rue

But something holds my tongue in place

Like kindness wrapped in quiet grace

The storm inside begins to cease

Not by force—but gentle peace

You speak in sunlight on the floor

In pauses between slamming doors

Not with fire—but steady glow

Turning chaos into something whole

When joy feels thin and hope runs dry

You stir the ember deep inside

Not loud—but warm, not fast—but true

The love that knows exactly what to do

YOU SPEAK IN SUNLIGHT ON THE FLOOR!

IN PAUSES BETWEEN SLAMMING DOORS!

NOT WITH FIRE—BUT STEADY GLOW

TURNING CHAOS INTO SOMETHING WHOLE

You stay… You guide… You know…