Prayer to the Infinite

You brought me here without telling me why, to a world where even light bleeds, and darkness is just another way of asking. I, a wanderer among fragments of extinguished stars, search for Your face in every crack of time. You speak to me through absences: through the dry trees that cry under the wind, through the rain that never falls where it hurts, through questions that scatter into echoes without answers. You gave me a heart that beats within walls of silence, but you did not give me the key to open them. What do You want me to be, You who watch me from places I cannot reach? I am but a speck of dust fallen into Your infinite dreams, and yet, You ask me to shine. How can I be light, when within me lies the night where all dreams come to die? Each day is a wound that bleeds in silence, each night a veil where only emptiness prays. I ask for a sign, but even silence can be an answer. Why do You let me be a witness to absence alone? Why do You call me to love, when my love is but a shard in a bottomless sea? Make me the fire that burns, even if misunderstood, a dance of flames upon the ruins of time. Make me the shadow that caresses the earth before melting into twilight. Make me the song that warms the hearts of those who have forgotten to listen. But do not let me be a void that passes unnoticed, an absence among absences. If You are, answer me through silence – but let that silence be full of meaning. If I must believe, teach me to hope when everything around crumbles. If I must love, give me the strength to become light even when my eyes can no longer see the path. And when, one day, You scatter me into the dust from which I was made, know that I was the one who asked, the one who burned, the one who hoped, even when Your silence was the only living thing in the universe.