When the Spirit Knows Your Name
The elders say
There are moments when the world grows quiet
just long enough
for two souls to recognize one another—
not through words,
but through the memory of a promise
made before either took form.
They teach that trust
is the oldest kind of prayer,
spoken without sound,
kept without binding,
carried across lifetimes
like a soft ember refusing to fade.
From this knowing comes a truth:
The universe leans closer
to those who meet with an open heart,
for harmony is born
where fear chooses not to enter.
And so the ancestors remind us—
walk gently,
love deeply,
for every bond forged in honesty
becomes a small light
that helps the night
Find its way home.
When the Spirit Knows Your Name
The elders say
There are moments when the world grows quiet
just long enough
for two souls to recognize one another—
not through words,
but through the memory of a promise
made before either took form.
They teach that trust
is the oldest kind of prayer,
spoken without sound,
kept without binding,
carried across lifetimes
like a soft ember refusing to fade.
From this knowing comes a truth:
The universe leans closer
to those who meet with an open heart,
for harmony is born
where fear chooses not to enter.
And so the ancestors remind us—
walk gently,
love deeply,
for every bond forged in honesty
becomes a small light
that helps the night
Find its way home.