In an age of beeping sounds and endless notifications,
The true king is the one who takes moments of solitude—
Silencing gadgets, muting the artificial hum of machines.
A time when silent ghosts,
Long hiding behind the buzz of alerts and digital chatter,
Can be heard, named, and gently tamed.
A time when the hushed suppressor gun,
That’s been poking holes in your soul—
Disguised as emojis and virtual affection—
Can be detected… and silenced forever.
A time when one can truly keep calm,
Listen to the tides of life, Feel where they blow—from and to—
And adjust the sails as needed.
A time when the soul is given permission to shout,
And the silent voice of the Lord is finally heard.