Definitions by SaintAgnesEgypt
946
Nothing was ever the same again.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
946 by SaintAgnesEgypt June 9, 2026
1521
Every human being deserves love,
and every human being deserves compassion.
Compassion is in our hands,
but love is in God's hands.
Whenever He wills it,
it begins,
and it continues forever.
and every human being deserves compassion.
Compassion is in our hands,
but love is in God's hands.
Whenever He wills it,
it begins,
and it continues forever.
1521 by SaintAgnesEgypt June 9, 2026
881
I know you, in whatever form you appear.
I don't understand why you keep hiding.
This light has become impossible to ignore.
I see your unrest, through every wall between us.
Why do you act like a stranger,
when wings were made for flight?
What are we still doing here?
And once again, in the light,
I don't understand why you keep hiding.
This light has become impossible to ignore.
I see your unrest, through every wall between us.
Why do you act like a stranger,
when wings were made for flight?
What are we still doing here?
And once again, in the light,
881 by SaintAgnesEgypt June 9, 2026
2016
God must will it for me to become light,
as you are light
within my soul.
You never imagined
your storm-filled eyes
would become light
within me.
The angels came,
patiently,
and reconciled me
with the realm of my dreams.
They bound
fear
and terror.
A familiar voice said:
"Love is flowing through you now.
This is the realm of lovers—
pure
and safe.
Do not be afraid.
Walk freely within it."
Then they taught me
joy,
peace,
kindness,
and above all,
love.
And me—
pregnant with your love—
they watched over
with great care.
And I never would have believed
that the path of love
could lead through
the alleys of lust.
The feeling of guilt dissolved,
and I saw
the hidden parts of myself.
And throughout this journey,
you were
my only companion.
as you are light
within my soul.
You never imagined
your storm-filled eyes
would become light
within me.
The angels came,
patiently,
and reconciled me
with the realm of my dreams.
They bound
fear
and terror.
A familiar voice said:
"Love is flowing through you now.
This is the realm of lovers—
pure
and safe.
Do not be afraid.
Walk freely within it."
Then they taught me
joy,
peace,
kindness,
and above all,
love.
And me—
pregnant with your love—
they watched over
with great care.
And I never would have believed
that the path of love
could lead through
the alleys of lust.
The feeling of guilt dissolved,
and I saw
the hidden parts of myself.
And throughout this journey,
you were
my only companion.
2016 by SaintAgnesEgypt June 9, 2026