emotion

Gratitude beginswhere language dissolves—in the pale hushbetween thought and prayer,where something tendermoves without footsteps. It is not an emotion,not a discipline—more like a veil of quietdrawn over the soulby hands we cannot see. Sometimes it arrivesas a soft tilt of the heart,like a compass needleturning toward a Presencethat has no outlineyet fills the room. It…