The last third of the night greets me in the dark,
The sky is soaked with prayers and scars.
A letter you entrusted into my hands,
Through the silence of a trembling screen of longing.
I write your name between my prayer beads,
Between exhaustion and patience that bleeds.
This is not just worldly love to claim,
But faith I struggle to keep aflame.
I read each word you softly wrote,
My tears fall on the prayer mat of time.
I breathe your scent within every prayer,
Like roses falling with meaning divine.
My journey is not always bright,
So many trials block my sight.
Yet I whisper your name to God,
In long and silent prostration at night.
If faith must be tested time and again,
Let prayer be the strength within.
When the fortress of the heart starts to break,
We endure in His mercy, whole and awake.
I call your name in heaven's tongue,
So every step you take is wrapped in light.
May ease descend upon your struggles,
Until breath returns to God's embrace.
When weariness burns within your chest,
Pause for a moment with earth and air.
Speak to Him through honest prayer,
This letter lives forever in His sacred decree.
