A Story Without End

Our story

is a story You wrote

long before I ever knew time

 

Our promise

is a promise spoken

before the first dawn kissed the earth,

before the heavens were clothed in light

 

Then You laid aside Your earthly form

 

From that moment on,

I learned the language of silence

 

Every step became an echo of emptiness;

every night overflowed with longing,

a longing that could find no shore

 

I longed for Your face—

the face that quieted every storm within me

 

I longed for Your eyes—

eyes that pierced every disguise,

yet looked upon me

with a love that never judged

 

Beloved...

 

Your departure

was more than loss

 

It became an empty chamber

that only Your presence

could ever fill

 

How many times

have I whispered Your name

into the silence?

 

How many times

have my tears become prayers

my lips could never utter?

 

Until one day,

in the stillness,

 

You sent a messenger

 

Without a sound,

she drew near,

took my trembling hand

as though she had known me forever,

 

and gently whispered,

 

"I have never left you."

 

In that instant,

every wall I had built

around my heart

crumbled into dust

 

My tears flowed freely—

no longer from grief,

but from the sudden knowing

 

that even when I believed myself alone,

 

You had been holding me

all along,

in ways my heart had not yet learned to see

 

Beloved...

 

How often I searched for You

in distant places,

 

while all the while

You dwelt

within the deepest silence of my soul

 

You wrapped me

in Your radiant light—

 

not a light that dazzled the eyes,

 

but one that gently illumined

the heart

 

Then You spoke,

 

"My child,

 

Your waiting is over

 

I have never gone from you

 

I have walked beside you

through every tear,

every wound,

every endless night

 

There shall be no more parting,

for My love knows no distance,

and My presence is bound

by neither time nor space."

 

I fell before You

 

No words remained

worthy of being spoken

 

Only tears—

 

tears that had become prayer

 

With a trembling voice I whispered,

 

"Beloved...

 

Am I worthy of Your love?

 

I come to You covered in dust,

yet You receive me clothed in light

 

I come with empty hands,

yet You fill them with grace

 

I come with a wounded heart,

yet You gather me into Your embrace

without condition."

 

You did not answer

 

For Your embrace

had already become

 

the answer

to every question

I had ever carried

 

And there,

within that sacred silence,

 

I understood

 

Your love

has never asked me

to become perfect

 

It has only called me

 

to come home

 

So let the rest of my days

 

become an unceasing prayer

 

every step

a journey toward You,

 

every breath

a remembrance of Your holy Name

 

And when at last

 

this fleeting world

has passed away,

 

let me sink forever

 

into the boundless ocean

of Your love—

 

where every longing

finds its home,

 

where every tear

is transformed into joy,

 

where only You remain,

 

and Your love,

 

without beginning,

 

without end.

 

(Secret Garden of The Divine Mother, 9 July 2026)