Do not crown me with comfort. Nobody prays like that... everyone asks for the softening and the easing and you went and asked to be kept hard enough for the road. I read this twice out loud and I don't do that. There's a whole spine in it and it's not a performance of one. Something about asking for wounds to become lanterns rather than asking for them to close. I'm not going to say anything smart about it. It's just a real prayer and you meant it.
I think we’ve become so used to praying for easier roads that we’ve forgotten to pray for stronger souls. This prayer is not asking God to remove the mountain, but to shape the man or woman who climbs it. And I’m grateful you heard its heartbeat.
What a magnificent invocation. I love how you balance iron and tenderness here—showing that true strength isn't just about conquering but about keeping the heart soft where mercy is required. 'When anger comes knocking with smoke in its throat' is a brilliant line, and the final shift to legacy and teaching broken wings to fly is a beautiful, triumphant ending.
These deserve an encore:
“Let my heart stay tender where mercy is art,
Let my spine stay iron where shadows depart.”
“Let my breath be a temple, my patience a blade,
Let my wounds become lanterns where night used to fade.”
You felt the heart of it: strength with mercy, fire with discipline, iron without losing tenderness. The warrior’s real victory is not domination but becoming powerful without becoming cruel.
And yes, broken wings remembering the sky… that is the blessing I wanted the prayer to leave behind.
It reads like a song prayer. Terod, this is beautiful.🙏🏾💕
You a star Claudia✨
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Just exquisite.
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Do not crown me with comfort. Nobody prays like that... everyone asks for the softening and the easing and you went and asked to be kept hard enough for the road. I read this twice out loud and I don't do that. There's a whole spine in it and it's not a performance of one. Something about asking for wounds to become lanterns rather than asking for them to close. I'm not going to say anything smart about it. It's just a real prayer and you meant it.
I think we’ve become so used to praying for easier roads that we’ve forgotten to pray for stronger souls. This prayer is not asking God to remove the mountain, but to shape the man or woman who climbs it. And I’m grateful you heard its heartbeat.
Wow it's awesome ... "I am here to make darkness remember the light." ... Stunning 💛💛💛
Great stuff. Thank you
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What a magnificent invocation. I love how you balance iron and tenderness here—showing that true strength isn't just about conquering but about keeping the heart soft where mercy is required. 'When anger comes knocking with smoke in its throat' is a brilliant line, and the final shift to legacy and teaching broken wings to fly is a beautiful, triumphant ending.
These deserve an encore:
“Let my heart stay tender where mercy is art,
Let my spine stay iron where shadows depart.”
“Let my breath be a temple, my patience a blade,
Let my wounds become lanterns where night used to fade.”
Masterful.
Thank you deeply rider🙏🏾
You felt the heart of it: strength with mercy, fire with discipline, iron without losing tenderness. The warrior’s real victory is not domination but becoming powerful without becoming cruel.
And yes, broken wings remembering the sky… that is the blessing I wanted the prayer to leave behind.
It is still with me! Thank you for sharing your heart.
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That made my day. Thanks
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Terod, this is powerfully beautiful. Perfect. What a wonderful beginning for my day. Thank you.
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I love this piece!!
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Just let your heart lead the way🔥