Hope In The Unknown

The unknown hums,

a vast expanse without maps, without markers;

only shadows and stars.

Fear calls it empty, but hope calls it infinite.

Each unanswered question is a seed buried in night,

germinating in silence, waiting for the sun to arrive in its own time.

Faith is not a straight road,

it is stepping barefoot into the fog,

believing the ground will rise to meet you.

The universe is not cruel,

it is a weaver, threading losses and loves,

delays and arrivals, into a tapestry you cannot yet see whole.

And so you breathe,

you trust,

you open your hands,

knowing the stars have already conspired for your becoming.