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in the giving and the taking
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When the light was hidden
and the heavens closed their mouth,
I said in my haste,
“The Voice is gone,
the path erased.”
But the silence was not absence,
only the weight of waiting,
only the press of shadow
before the dawn.
The wound I carried
did not undo me—
it steadied my hand,
it taught me to walk
with slower steps,
to lean on those beside me.
And I learned:
the scar is not shame,
but witness;
the stain is not loss,
but the mark of being led
through fire and through flood.
So I bless the Giver
in the giving and the taking,
for the Voice was never gone—
only braided into the common speech
of companions,
their words a lantern,
their presence the unseen guide.
