In the silent night,

When hearts grow weary,

A message sent,

A cry unanswered.

How often have we find our souls alone,

Seeking comfort in a world,

Corupted that turned away.

Jesus, too, in the garden wept,

As friends slept on, His sorrow kept.

His words, like whispers, crossed the skies,

Asking why He felt so far from human eyes.

In times of need, we reach and pray,

Hoping someone hears what we say.

Yet in the quiet, strength is found,

In the love of friends,

Whose hearts are sound.

So when you feel alone and lost,

Remember, too,

What Jesus crossed.

For in the trials, love remains,

In simple words, in humble gains.

Family dynamics can be complicated,

Communication sometimes doesn’t go, Smoothly as we hope.

It’s good that you have your family,

From church to lean on.

Barriers on our lives,

Walls of steel,

Silent echoes of what we feel.

Words that falter,

Lost in space,

Longing for a touch,

A warm embrace.

In the midst of shared intent, Misunderstandings leave us bent.

Yet in the struggle,

Hope can shine,

Bridging gaps through hearts entwined.

The silence of prayer,

Promise is always kept.

Seek the voice within the storm,

Where patience finds its quiet form.

For in the end,

Connection’s grace,

Can mend the tears,

Real love heal’s the fear.

Comfort of peace be still.

© Unknown Oma