It didn’t disappear.
It just went quiet
so I could listen better.
Once, it spoke in absolutes—
structured, certain, memorized.
Now, it whispers
between my questions,
more present in the pause
than in the performance.
I still believe—
but deeper.
Not louder.
My prayers come softer now,
more like conversations
than recitations.
And when I kneel,
it’s not out of habit,
but return.
Faith never left.
It simply asked
to be known
again.