{"id":381,"date":"2026-05-10T15:39:13","date_gmt":"2026-05-10T15:39:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.beaconhouse.net\/425\/?p=381"},"modified":"2026-05-10T16:09:54","modified_gmt":"2026-05-10T16:09:54","slug":"if-love-had-a-sound","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.beaconhouse.net\/425\/if-love-had-a-sound\/","title":{"rendered":"If Love had a Sound"},"content":{"rendered":"
If love had a sound,<\/div>\n
it would be her calling my name<\/div>\n
from another room<\/div>\n
soft, stretched, certain<\/div>\n
I belong somewhere.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
If love had a shape,<\/div>\n
it would be her hands<\/div>\n
not perfect, not rested,<\/div>\n
but always reaching,<\/div>\n
before I even fall.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
She is the pause before my tears,<\/div>\n
the \u201cit\u2019s okay\u201d before I break,<\/div>\n
the quiet strength<\/div>\n
that never asks to be seen,<\/div>\n
yet holds everything together.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I have watched her<\/div>\n
turn worry into warm food,<\/div>\n
fear into whispered prayers,<\/div>\n
and long, heavy days<\/div>\n
into gentle goodnights.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
There are things she never says<\/div>\n
how tired she is,<\/div>\n
how much she gives,<\/div>\n
how many times she chooses me<\/div>\n
over herself.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And maybe one day<\/div>\n
I\u2019ll understand her completely<\/div>\n
the silent battles,<\/div>\n
the hidden sacrifices,<\/div>\n
the love that asks for nothing back.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
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But for now, I just know this:<\/div>\n
in a loud, changing world,<\/div>\n
her voice is my constant\u2026<\/div>\n
and somehow,<\/div>\n
it always sounds like home.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n