Under His Wing

I was born to soften,
to rest beneath the steady hand that knows what to do with me.
When I am near him, I stop searching for direction
he becomes the compass, and I, the quiet needle that finally stops trembling.

I don’t need to lead or decide.
I breathe, and I follow.
That’s where I find my peace
in the simple holiness of obedience born of trust.

Under his wing, I am weightless.
Not less just free.
The world outside fades into silence,
and all that’s left of me is calm.

A.K
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