The Return

Anonymous

Inspired by I KNOW YOU ARE by Alba Grembi

Photo by Alba Grembi 

 It drifted down on threads of gold,  

from stars that whispered ancient grace.  

The soul, once lifted, now unfolds  

its wings within a darker place.

Photo by Theo Bandelis 

It carries silence in its chest,  

a hush that speaks of holy fire.  

No longer lost, no longer pressed  

by ego’s weight or vain desire.

Photo by Jan Canty

The earth is loud, the streets are torn,  

but it walks slow, with eyes that see—  

each broken thing, each child forlorn,  

as sacred signs of what could be.

Photo by Theo Bandelis 

It does not preach, it does not boast,  

but listens where the wounded speak.  

It finds the Spirit in the ghost  

of every heart that dares be meek.

Photo by Kiriaki Repanidou

The soul now knows the cost of light—  

not crowns, but crosses, worn and bare.  

It brings no sword into the fight,  

just mercy folded into prayer.

Photo by 🇻🇳🇻🇳Nguyễn Tiến Thịnh 🇻🇳🇻🇳 

And though the world may never know  

the heights from which this soul has come,  

its steps will cause the seeds to grow  

where once there was a lifeless drum.

Photo by Hüseyin Ergül

So let it walk, let it descend,  

not fallen, but returned to mend.  

For heaven’s breath is not the end—  

it’s what the soul must learn to send.

Photo by Alba Grembi 

The Return 

By Anonymous