Where He Resides


I prayed for miracles,
but you never showed me one.
I prayed for insights,
but you never sent me one.
I prayed for enlightenment,
but you never led me to one.
I prayed for proof of your being,
but you never exposed me with one.

Yet, I never stopped thinking of you
even amid the most painful nights I endured alone.
Hence, now I know why you did what you did.

Because every time I fell,
I stood up by myself.
Every time I cried,
I wiped the tears for myself.
Every time I was hurt,
I healed the wounds by myself.
And every time I was lost,
I kept faith in myself.

And that's how I learned the beautiful truth
that you were always there listening,
working all your miracles − within Me.

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