In solitude, I seek the voice of God,
Amidst the stillness of the quiet morn and darkness,
Where shadows dance in gentle reverence,
And nature’s symphony begins to hum.

Beneath the canopy of endless blue,
I lift my voice, a whisper in the wind,
A humble soul in search of sacred truth,
To converse with the divine, my heart’s desire.

The world outside, a distant, fading dream,
As I retreat into this sacred space,
Where all that’s left is a sacred silence,
And in this hush, my spirit finds its grace.

I speak to God in whispers of my soul,
No need for words, for God knows all I am,
The joys, the sorrows, the doubts that gnaw,
In solitude, I bare my heart to Him.

The sun, a radiant, golden orb above,
Bathes me in warmth, a tender, loving touch,
I feel His presence in the gentle breeze,
A reminder that I’m never truly alone.

In solitude, I find the sacred dance,
Between my heart and the Creator’s hand,
A dialogue that transcends earthly bounds,
As I surrender to His eternal plan.

I ask for wisdom, guidance, and His love,
To navigate the maze of life’s uncertain path,
And in the stillness of this sacred hour,
I find the answers in the aftermath.

For God, in solitude, becomes my friend,
A confidant, a source of boundless light,
And as I listen to the whispers of His grace,
I’m bathed in love that banishes the night.

In solitude, I’ve found a sacred space,
To talk to God, to listen, and to be,
A vessel for His wisdom and His grace,
In this communion, I find eternity.