The Shape of Thanks in the Unseen

Gratitude sometimes arrives
without a face—
a ripple moving through the dark
as if an unseen wing
had brushed the surface of our world.

It is a soundless thing,
like color underwater,
or a lantern floating upward
without fire.

It walks the corridors
between what is lost
and what is not yet born,
gathering fragments—
a forgotten warmth,
a pulse of light,
a name we once whispered in prayer.

Some nights it is only a shimmer,
thin as breath on cold glass,
yet it bends the whole room
toward trust.

And when it settles,
it leaves behind
no answers,
no explanations—
only a quiet certainty
that the Invisible
has passed by,
and everything in us
leans toward Him
without knowing why.

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