Ethereal Restoration

Breathe, beloved —

not the breath of fear,

but the breath that God once whispered

into dust and called alive.

Let the ache loosen its grip,

every sorrow you carried for others

that forgot how to carry you.

You were never meant

to be everyone’s shelter

and no one’s home.

Lay your burdens in light,

not because they are small,

but because your spirit is strong enough

to release them.

Even rivers rest

when they meet the sea.

You are not broken —

you are becoming.

Gold is quiet before it shines.

Prayer is silent before it heals.

Let heaven rinse your wounds,

soft as mercy,

warm as forgiveness.

What hurt you did not end you —

it initiated you

into deeper grace.

So rise gently,

not in force,

but in faith.

Your soul remembers the way.

And God still calls you

by your true name:

Whole.