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When the World Goes Quiet

and even heaven holds its breath

By The Soft WitnessPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

When the world goes quiet

and even heaven holds its breath,

you start to hear things

you never had the space to hear—

like your own heartbeat

without anyone else's rhythm rushing it.

There is no applause now,

no buzzing phone,

no finish line to chase.

Only you,

your breath,

and a sky that still hasn’t fallen.

This stillness—

it is not punishment.

It is an altar.

A waiting room for angels

who only arrive

when everything else has gone.

You have nothing left to give?

Good.

Now let the Divine give to you.

Let Love find you unpolished,

unworking,

undisguised.

The ones who are meant

to walk with you

will not need fireworks—

they’ll sit in the stillness

and stay.

And while you wait,

know this:

Not one second of this silence

is wasted.

It is making room

for something holy.

-The Soft Witness

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About the Creator

The Soft Witness

I write from the quiet places — between heartbreak and healing, between the ache of becoming and the breath of being. This is where I leave the fragments of my past. I don’t write to be seen. I write to remember I’m real.

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    Written by The Soft Witness