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I don’t say your name
though sometimes
it’s whispered in prayer.
When you walk through my mind,
I don’t visit with you—
I watch through a window from on high.
But I know the sound
of your footsteps on the pavement,
and I go to the glass
and I watch
as you pass,
through my
heart.
Sometimes,
you stop
and want to look up—
and my heart flutters
and I swallow.
But you
keep
on
walking.
I let out
my breath,
and it shows
on the glass.
Now I’m turning away
while I’m wiping my eye—
but my ear still listens
as steps
fade
in
the
night.
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
Comments (2)
You've captured real moments with tender artistry. Congrats on being featured in "Creators We're Loving."
That "I watch through a window from on high" line? Oof. So full of ache and dignity. Sometimes the loudest love is the one that stays silent and still listens.💖