📜 Stormy night: A Cry to God from the Threshold

 

Written on a night of howling wind, flood, and aching truth

🌊Tonight, the ocean is angry.  

The streets are flooded.  

The wind howls like a wounded animal.  

My walls are screeching,  

and the sky sounds like my heart feels—  

Like Earth and sea are crying for the injustices we’ve buried too long.

I am not writing this from peace.  

I am writing this from the storm.  

From the eye of it.  

From the ache of being an empath in a world unraveling.

I thought the ugliness was minimal.  

I thought we were protected.  

But now the veil is torn,  

And I feel exposed.  

Open to attack.  

Open to grief.  

Open to the unbearable.

And so I call out—  

not to the world,  

but to God.

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🙏 Prayer

God, do not abandon us.  

We are drowning in cruelty.  

We are choking on injustice.  

We are aching with the weight of what we see.

We need your love.  

We need your protection.  

We need Your power.

Not the power of conquest—  

But the power of healing.  

Of mercy.  

Of remembrance.

Let the winds carry our prayers.  

Let the floodwaters cleanse what must be released.  

Let the screeching walls become a choir of longing.

Amen, Amen...Amen

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🌌 To the Empaths, Parents, Starseeds, and Flame-Keepers

You are not broken.  

You are becoming.  

You are not alone.  

You are the lantern in the ash.

Scream if you must.  

But scream into ritual.  

Into art.  

Into prayer.

Protect your nervous system like a sacred altar.  

Create beauty as defiance.  

Teach your children how to feel without drowning in emotions.

🌟And when the world feels unbearable,  

remember this:

> Don't lose faith.

> You are not dying.  

> You are remembering.  

> You are not alone.  

> You are the lantern in the ash.