Thy Will Be Done

I awaken by will not my own,

It is a privilege, a gift I never earned,

Not because of belief or faith,

But something deeper, quiet, and still.

An imperceptible trust, a quiet knowing

that guides my steps along predestined

paths yet unknown…

I rise each day, having made no promises,

My body clock reset by hands, unseen.

A spirit within shapes the path ahead,

Turning chaos into a tapestry of purpose.

So I breathe in deeply, embracing the dawn,

The daily breaths I borrow preserve life,

As it unfolds, rich with lessons, softly taught.

For I surrender to the will of He who