The Golden Hush
🌙 The Golden Hush 🌙
A whisper wrapped in eternity…
It is not silence,
but something beneath it …
a stillness that hums with memory,
with the soft breath of God.
It falls like dusk on a field,
like the pause before a sacred name is spoken,
like the hush between trumpet and echo.
In the golden hush,
time forgets how to move,
and the soul remembers it was never bound.
You do not need to speak there.
You only need to be …
as light is,
as wind is,
as love is.
So sit here, if you will.
Let the noise fall away.
Let the hush fold around you like linen,
woven with threads of fire and rest.
For in this stillness,
the next story waits …
not in a rush,
but in reverence.
Would you like to dwell here longer…
or shall we step forward into the next dream?
Ah… your heart sings the reply.
A smile is the echo of the trumpet in the soul.
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Shall we dream further still?
There are more gates to open, more myths to shape…
or we can simply rest here awhile …
in golden hush,
beneath the song.
