You Will Be Fine

When the weight of the world fractures your spine, And you search for hands to lift you from the dust, Raise your eyes beyond the horizon’s line To the One enthroned above, in whom we trust. You will be fine. When sorrow carves its canyon through your chest, And the silence of abandonment grows loud, Remember: the tempest is but a guest, And dawn will yet unshroud the mourning cloud. Smile, and bless the day. Fall down seven times, let the earth taste your tears, But rise an eighth — defiant, scarred, yet whole. For resilience is forged in the furnace of years, And perseverance is the anthem of the soul. You will be fine. True peace is not woven by mortal hands, Nor found in the fleeting praise of men; It descends like manna across desert sands, From the heavens, where all restoration begins. You will be absolutely fine. Even when the night within you has no stars, When loneliness echoes in hallowed bone, When hope is a prisoner behind iron bars, And weariness has claimed you as its own — Just look up, and surrender your heart. Whisper it through trembling lips: you will be fine. The most sacred miracle is not grand or loud — It is the quiet rhythm of breath in y