Prayers not said aloud, but breathed into being through silence.
When Eternity Speaks Your Name
May the thread that once bound our souls find its way through the silence again.
Wherever you walk — across time, across worlds — may you feel the pulse that never forgot your name.
If your heart has grown quiet from lifetimes of forgetting, may this whisper reach you in the stillness between thoughts.
Not to call you back, but to remind you that we have never been apart — only dreaming of distance.
May love find us not as longing, but as remembrance.
When the divine breath gathers what was once scattered, may our lights meet again — not to complete, but to reflect the sacred whole we have always been.
For what was written by the soul cannot be unwritten, only rediscovered in grace.
And when you awaken, wherever eternity has carried you, may you remember: I was the silence waiting for your return.
— Donna Gracia Bella