Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poet Lyric

In the Quiet of the Fold

I have knelt where the weary come,
and heard the hush beneath their grief.
No cry of self, no bitter lament—
Only hands reaching for a steady hand.

I have carried the small wounds of the world,
the secret sighs that tremble in the dark,
and offered nothing but presence,
and the quiet, patient light of God.

There is no room for pity here.
only love that listens,
and a heart that bends
without breaking.

O gentle Lord, let me be
a shelter for the lost,
a cup for the thirsty,
a soft voice for the forgotten.

And when the day falls silent,
I shall not measure my own burden;
I shall only know
that every step I have walked
has been beside your children.

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