When night feels heavy on my chest
and the path ahead is hard to see,
I whisper softly to the dark
You are not empty… you hold Me.
We wander through uncertain days,
lost between fear and prayer,
yet even here, in trembling moments,
a Divine Companion stands near.
In the silence, something stirs
not noise, not flame, but light unseen.
Sacred energies fall like breath,
washing wounds we didn’t know were bleeding.
The darkness is not distance now,
not separation, not despair.
It is a doorway gently opening
to Love that’s always been there.
And so I walk, not fearless; no
but held, and never alone,
with my Companion in the darkness
guiding me gently home.