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From Chapter 15, “Emptiness,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
Aaron shares a quiet moment of reflection where love reveals a deeper presence within. It gently reminds us that love, even when uncertain and unclaimed, can awaken a profound peace and hope that endures beyond words. Listening to it offers a chance to feel the delicate grace woven through experience, encouraging a tender acceptance of life’s mysteries and the soulful rest found in genuine connection. Let it open a space for gratitude and quiet strength in your heart. The author often asks: "Where did that come from?" "That look gave my soul its 'why'," is one such lyric line that somehow makes its appearance right on time.
Lyrics
You held my gaze through heaven’s door,
Something showing there’s so much more,
A peace so deep, the room fell still,
Heart pounding like running uphill.
All of me wanted you to stay,
Love hopes all things, endures and prays.
You didn’t speak, didn’t try,
That look gave my soul… its why.
When love springs your soul more alive,
Some warn it leads to your demise.
Heaven still understands best,
Love is where the soul finds rest.
No vows exchanged, no future owed,
No answers given, none foreclosed.
You’re not mine to claim, nor mine to keep,
Yet something awakened from down deep.
You appeared and grace blessed my day,
Love won’t insist on its own way.
When love springs your soul more alive,
Some say your heart will not survive.
Heaven still understands best,
Love is where the soul finds rest.
And when you touched an unknown place,
New hope unfolded through your grace.
Something inside came alive,
Something no man could contrive.
And when I wake alone again,
And silence sits where touch has been,
I’ll still give thanks each day anew,
Soul love’s alive because of you.
When love springs your soul more alive,
It matters not what man contrives.
Heaven still understands best,
Love is where the soul finds rest.
If no one reads these pages through,
If songs fall silent, unheard too,
Still this love was waiting inside me,
To unlock it, God gave you the key.
Still, something holy rose in me.
The day your presence stirred the sea.
Not mine to claim, not mine to keep,
Yet something waking stirred so deep.
So go in peace, you always may.
Grace never tries to make you stay.
I’ll sift this joy from all the ache —
Love real enough to not forsake.
