She, Who Holds Me Always

She, Who Holds Me Always

She walks into my life the way a soft breeze
Settles on tired leaves after a long summer day,
Not loud, not bright, not demanding,
Just a calm presence that knows where I hurt.

My fears, once cold like dawn-temple stone,
She warms with a touch soft as jasmine in first light.
In my darker hours, when thoughts crowd
Like uninvited rainclouds over quiet skies,
She becomes warm candlelight
Holding back the storm without a word.

She does not bloom like roses,
Nor shine like festival lanterns,
She lives in my world the way dawn rests on distant hills,
Gentle, unhurried, and utterly sure of her light.

Her smile isn’t thunder or sunrise,
It is the gentle hush of dusk settling over temples,
A silence that perfumes the soul
And teaches even my trembling heart
How to rest, how to breathe,
How to love without fear.