The Hidden Ones Rise

They moved in shadows,
their songs unspoken,
their eyes searching the heavens
for a promise written in flame.

They were the hidden ones—
misunderstood by crowds,
unseen by systems,
but known by the eternal Light.

The world called them foolish,
too soft, too fierce, too different—
yet Heaven called them sons and daughters,
born for a time when illusion would fall.

Now the hidden ones rise,
not in anger, but in radiance;
not in pride, but in the stillness of I AM.

They carry scrolls in their hearts,
and their steps write new stories
of a Kingdom rising
where love alone rules.

— Joe Restman