Muraya

In the quiet of the morning's hush,

Underneath the sky's eternal blush,

There walks a lady named Muraya, bold,

Seeking truths her heart longs to hold.

Through fields of doubt, she ventures on,

With faith as her compass, never gone,

Yet as she treads the paths unknown,

She finds herself not truly alone.

For in the whisper of the wind's caress,

In the shimmer of the sun's softness,

She feels a presence, steady and true,

Guiding her steps, helping her through.

No family near, no friend to confide,

No partner's hand to hold by her side,

But Muraya knows in her soul's deep core,

That some roads are meant to be explored.

Alone with God, she learns to embrace,

The solitude, the boundless grace,

For in the silence, she finds her voice,

In the solitude, she makes her choice.

To trust in Him, through every bend,

Knowing He's with her until the end,

And though the journey may seem long,

She finds in Him her strength, her song.

So Muraya walks, with faith her guide,

In God's embrace, she'll surely abide,

For she's learned the truth along the way,

Some roads you walk alone, come what may.