There are moments when love invites us to see faith through another’s eyes—to witness their devotion, their rituals, their peace. This piece arose from such a moment. It is not drawn from my own experience with the divine, but from his: a quiet reverence I’ve come to deeply respect. In writing it, I found myself offering a prayer not just for him, but for anyone who holds faith yet finds themselves weary. It’s a reminder that grace meets us all—believer and seeker alike—where courage and surrender intertwine.
Om Namah Shivaya
It is not like me to ask for what’s beyond my reach,
and yet—I find the courage still to speak.
Om Namah Shivaya
If faith has found its way to me, unearned and free,
then surely I am welcome here to seek.
Om Namah Shivaya
My knowledge limited, my experience weak,
and still, in dreams, it’s You I see.
Om Namah Shivaya
Of deity, I ask for only one small thing—
aware there is no debt the heavens owe to me.
Om Namah Shivaya
Grant hope, grant grace, grant mental peace;
bless one more devoted, more steadfast than me.
Om Namah Shivaya
Touch his life, and tonight—his heart.
That alone I count a sacred gift received.
Om Namah Shivaya
Well-Stirred Reflection:
Faith, in any form, is a shared language of hope. Sometimes it is inherited, sometimes chosen, and sometimes—like in this moment—borrowed. In his devotion, I was reminded that belief doesn’t always have to be fully understood to be deeply felt. There is beauty in standing near the sacred, even when it’s not our own doorway. Borrowed faith and my own hope woven together, I pray in his language—one of trust, humility, and peace.
Well-Stirred & Wondering 