Whispers Of The Beloved (A Meditative Poem In The Voice Of The Christ) Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

> I walked through silence deeper than time,
Seeking the face that lives in all things.

In the cry of the sparrow, I heard You sigh.
In the stillness of night, I felt Your flame.

Not in palaces, nor in scrolls,
But in the tear of the forgotten—there You dwell.

You taught me to empty, to fall, to die,
So that Love might wear my shape awhile.

Burn me gently, Flame of the Hidden,
Till only Your light remains.

Let my hands heal what words cannot,
Let my feet walk where others turn away.

Each breath, a prayer;
Each step, surrender;
Each gaze, remembrance.

I am not mine—
I am Yours, always Yours.

In the end, let them not see me—
Let them see You,
Moving through the silence I became.