God of All Comfort,

In the hush between one step and the next,
I feel the air thicken—
a gray fog that carries both fear and yearning.

The path is not lit,
and the road bends into shadow,
but I move,
one heartbeat,
one quiet plea at a time.

Gather my scattered courage,
fold it gently into my chest,
like a warm ember resisting the wind.

Teach my eyes
to see promise where the horizon hides—
a single star,
a whisper of dawn,
the tremor of hope unafraid to speak.

If I falter,
let my hands find the rails of faith,
smooth from the touch of all who walked before me.

And when the storm loosens its grip,
may I emerge with a soul
rooted deeper in trust,
breathing gratitude for the journey,
even for the dark roads
that learned my name.

Amen.