Sunday in Purple Silence

The earth feels different on these Sundays Softened by footsteps seeking mercy By whispered prayers that rise unseen Curling like incense towards the sky Clothed in the days of reflection Stripping my soul of what was worn And barefoot I walk where silence calls Here in this violet-cloaked season Where time feels hushed and holy Peeling away the weight of the days Sacrifice Letting go, letting God A surrender that births new life