The Garden within the House

<p>Before there were names-father mother daughter son-<br>there was only the breath of love<br>spiraling through the soul's orchard<br>weaving us into each other like wind through wheat.</p><p>This book is not a manual of family.<br>It is a <strong>mirror of belonging</strong>.</p><p>Each page is a lantern.<br>Each word a whisper from the eternal reed<br>singing of how we are never truly apart.<br>Not in silence. Not in sorrow. Not even in death.<br>We are drops of the same sea-tasting life differently<br>but bound in essence.</p><p>In writing these words<br>I did not seek to teach but to remember.<br>Not to instruct but to <strong>burn gently</strong> beside you<br>until we both see:<br><strong>family is the garden we walk barefoot together in God.</strong></p>