In quiet – echoes softly stir,
He walks the paths of light and shadow both,
Unbound by vows that once held firm but broke,
Now free to find his footing once again.

The stars above, like beacons in his sky,
Guide him through grief and into dreams reborn,
He lifts his gaze, their silver light a call,
To futures rich with purpose yet unknown.

His bed, a ship upon a steady sea,
Where waves of healing, hope, and faith arise,
No anchor ties him to the pain behind,
But winds now carry whispers of new dawns.

In this strong space, he grows like ancient oak,
Roots deeper now from storms that tested strength,
This singleness, no burden but a gift,
A time to heal and serve in greater ways.

From brokenness, a ministry may bloom,
A chance to lift the fallen, guide the lost,
To speak of grace through all that he’s endured,
A path made clear by faith, not walked alone.