New world

The New World

(for the one who unknowingly unlocked me)

I recently stepped into a new world

a place I’d wandered through in the past,

but never felt called to stay.

Maybe I wasn’t ready.

Maybe the soil wasn’t soft enough

for my roots to take hold.

But now, everything feels new

new rhythm,

new language,

new light pouring through old cracks.

And in the stillness,

I heard God again.

Not loud. Not demanding.

Just… present.

I found a quiet place

where my soul could breathe.

There, I let the wind minister to me,

gentle as grace,

and I wept.. not in sadness,

but in recognition.

It started with books on healing

then shifted.

Stories found me

fictional lives of Black women

who carried pain like prayers

and joy like prophecy.

I saw myself in their words.

Familiar and yet…

reborn.

Pages became mirrors,

and I realized God was reading me, too

gently revealing

what I’d forgotten about my own beauty.

There’s a joy in this world

that doesn’t shout.

It whispers truth.

It wraps you in peace

and tells you,

“You are not alone.”

I’ll call this world

Reading.

But really,

it feels like returning home to Him

through story,

through stillness,

through the unexpected vessel

He used to guide me back.

Song: A Gente Acaba by Alabaster DePlume