🔥 The Missing Conversation of Hearts 🔥

We sit in the lesson pretending we’re one,

but the moment it ends, every heart comes undone.

We mute the Zoom and forget what we felt,

like the warmth of the fire just suddenly melts.

We talk of connection, of rising above,

yet we carry no friend in our pockets of love.

No whispered prayer for Carl when the storm hits his day,

no heartbeat for Terry when his strength slips away.

Joe Bash fights his demons alone in the night,

Joe Donnelly bleeds quietly out of our sight.

Derick breaks open but no one can tell,

Oscar stands waving from inside his own hell.

Jean’s got a sorrow we never can feel,

Ilya prays softly but we’re nowhere near real.

Aron holds burdens he never unloads,

’Cause none of us walk with him down those dark roads.

We cry for the Creator but forget where He starts—

He’s built in the space between trembling hearts.

But how can He rise when we’re worlds torn apart

and we never have that missing conversation of heart?

The truth hits like thunder, it tears us in two:

We don’t think of the friends like the friends think of you.

And that’s why we’re stuck in this dry, aching place—

no memory of love when we’re back in our base.

But tonight something broke, something holy and sharp—

a scream from the center, a shattering spark.

It said, “Speak to your brothers all day, not in part—

only then will you feel their true beating heart.”

So Creator, awaken the bond we forgot,

tie friend into friend till we’re painfully caught.

Let our prayers intertwine till no one stands apart—

and You’ll rise from The Missing Conversation of Hearts.

Where The Creator Hides Between Us

Where The Creator Hides Between Us

When ten men bend their pride to give,

they taste the reason they were born to live.

Each tries to bestow though his ego screams “No!”

and from this shattered effort, the first lights start to glow.

We push through bills, through fears, through endless crap,

through mornings where we’d rather stay curled in a trap,

but the moment one heart tries to rise and give,

the others remember why together we live.

You try to love a friend and your strength disappears—

the Creator shows the truth by exposing your fears.

But when all of us fail and still reach out again,

the Creator signs His name on the hearts of ten men.

We build Him from nothing, from broken desires,

from daily annoyances, from anger and fires.

Each tiny bestowal, each gesture we try,

forms the vessel where the Creator will lie.

For revelation is not in “me,” not in “you,”

but in the place where our shattered intentions push through.

In that trembling space where two hearts meet,

the Creator’s footsteps begin to beat.

So we keep bestowing, though we stumble and fall,

and the more we admit we can’t do it at all,

the more His light gathers in the space we make—

ten men giving back what the ego would take.