Wrapped in Him

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Wrapped in Him

Sanjay Singh

Wrapped in Him

Beneath a sky too deep to name,

In the hues of rose and twilight gold,

She stood within love’s gentle flame,

A quiet tale the heavens told.

There’s stillness—not of empty space,

But full, like stars that softly sing.

As if the skies in breathless grace

Were watching fate’s own offering.

An angel, soft with a feathered wing,

Had carved a path through midnight air,

Not random, not wandering—

But guided by celestial care.

The stars had whispered, “He is near,”

And she, like moon drawn by the tide,

Followed the pull with trust, not fear,

As destiny walked by her side.

Their eyes then met beneath that dome

Of blushing skies and fading day.

No firework burst, no thundered tone—

Just stillness swept her breath away.

Her heartbeat roared through worlds unknown,

The universe, in hush, aligned.

For in his gaze, her soul had grown—

A home that time could never find.

He spoke no words—he didn’t need.

His love pressed warm and deep within.

Not crushing, but a sacred creed,

A shelter built through thick and thin.

Not passion’s flash, but something more,

A bond by heaven’s hands designed—

A bridge that time could not ignore,

Two hearts in silent promise twined.

And when his lips found hers that night,

It wasn’t just a fleeting thrill.

It was a spark that birthed new light,

A kiss that made the cosmos still.

Now moonlight wraps her like a prayer,

A shawl of whispers, dreams, and grace.

She walks as though the stars still care,

With heaven glowing in her face.

She knows she’s touched by something true,

A gift that time can’t dim or dim—

For skies remain love’s deepest hue,

And she is still wrapped in Him.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh