There are moments in life
when the noise fades
and something quieter begins to speak.

Not loudly.
Not urgently.
But persistently.

You may find yourself here not by accident,
but because something in you is tired of striving,
explaining, performing,
or keeping pace.

This is a quiet place.
There is nothing to do here.
Nothing to sign up for.
Nothing to figure out.

If you desire,
in your own time,
you may simply say:

“God, if You are real, show me.”

No one else needs to hear it.
No one else needs to respond.

You are safe to rest here
for as long as you need.