Loving and faithful Father,
You see every woman , her quiet strength, her hidden tears, her whispered prayers.
When she feels weary, be her rest.
When she feels overlooked, remind her she is seen.
When fear rises, plant courage deep within her.
Cover the mother praying for her children,
the grandmother covering generations,
the woman facing illness, heartbreak, or uncertainty.
Hold her steady.
Restore what exhaustion has taken.
Heal what words have wounded.
Renew hope where doubt has lingered.
Let her walk forward confident, cherished, and never alone.
Amen.
Why does the heart still question why,
While silent stars light up the sky?
Why does hope rise, scarred yet brave,
From every fear we try to save?
Why does love burn bright, then fade,
Leaving shadows it once made?
Why do the good bear hidden scars,
While answers drift beyond the stars?
We chase for meaning in the noise,
Through fragile dreams and borrowed joys.
Yet in the ache of not-yet-known,
The deepest seeds of truth are sown.
Perhaps not every “why” needs voice
Some shape the soul without a choice.
For life’s great riddle, vast and wise,
Is growing quietly in our whys.
MARYANN BOSAH 