Under the Wide Sky
My mouth was silent. I didn't pray long, I didn't ask for anything. I just stared at the sky that had turned golden, and the tears fell on their own. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was tired. And God understood. Without me explaining it in words.
He knows the meaning of every long breath we take. He knows the meaning of our blank stares at the sky.
He knows the prayers that don't reach our lips because they're too tight in our chests. So for those of you who are tired of talking... it's okay to just be quiet. It's okay to cry quietly. It's okay to just sit under the sky. God understands the language of the heart. A language that doesn't need subtitles.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam