Goodness rests, hidden from view, deep within the heart’s quiet cellar, where truth stays eternal and pure.
Goodness rests, hidden from view, though we chase miracles and forget we were born with one inside.
Goodness rests, hidden from view, always hiding in plain sight, waiting for us to look inward and find that inner light.
Goodness rests, hidden from view, patient and undemanding, certain that we’ll one day dig back toward it for direction.
When the noise becomes overwhelming, fatigue often means you’ve reached the first layer of truth.
When the noise becomes overwhelming, bitterness tempts you to blame the world for the drought.
When the noise becomes overwhelming, you start to feel the pulse of something that never really left you.
When the noise becomes overwhelming, effort turns into prayer, and motion becomes a quiet kind of peace.
The fountain of goodness is not found, it begins to rise each time we forgive, pause, or show mercy.
The fountain of goodness is not found, because it was never lost—it was only covered by noise and haste.
The fountain of goodness is not found, it remembers how to flow when we make room for gentleness and grace.
The fountain of goodness is not found, its water standing as proof that peace has always been a choice.
You were never truly empty, though you mistook silence for absence and stillness for nothingness.
You were never truly empty, because even longing proves there’s something worth longing for.
You were never truly empty, and every small act of love reminds you of your quiet fullness.
You were never truly empty, only searching for your way back—to yourself, and to purpose that stays.
Goodness rests beneath everything.
Dig deeper when the noise grows loud.
The founain of goodness is not just found.
You were never truly empty.
