The stone is sealed.
The world holds its breath.
No voice breaks the silence,
no light yet lifts the dark.
We wait where hope seems buried,
where promise lies unseen.
Yet even here—
God is at work in hidden ways.
Silence. Waiting. Tomb.
The stone is sealed.
The world holds its breath.
No voice breaks the silence,
no light yet lifts the dark.
We wait where hope seems buried,
where promise lies unseen.
Yet even here—
God is at work in hidden ways.
NeuroDivine 
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