The Unseen Dance

In the quiet spaces of dawn,
invisible hands weave threads of light
through every heart still dreaming.

There, love moves without sound,
binding what was broken,
softening what was hardened,
calling each soul by its true name.

The unseen dance of grace
reminds us we are never alone —
every step guided,
every breath kissed
by the One who sees all.

— Joe Restman