There’s something sacred in this — the way Sister Tomas carries her light like a small act of defiance, tending it through mud and terror. It reminds me that sometimes faith isn’t a prayer whispered upward, but a lantern held steady in the dark.
I love how you wrote her — not as saint or soldier, but as keeper of a fragile peace, coaxing something living out of ruin. “Faith was not the absence of fear. It was the courage to speak when silence had become safe.” That line feels like a seed — small, unassuming, but enough to grow hope in the hardest ground.
This story doesn’t just speak it lingers. Sister Tomas is written with such quiet strength that you feel her presence long after the final line. She’s not heroic in the way war stories often demand; she’s human in the way we desperately need. Her lantern, her rag, her whispered truths they become symbols of something deeper: the courage to care when caring feels impossible. The line “Faith was not the absence of fear. It was the courage to speak when silence had become safe” stopped me cold. Because that’s the kind of bravery that changes the world not with noise, but with grace.
Thank you for the wonderful acknowledgement - I am truly humbled. It may be a prompt but my intention always was to showcase Sister Tomas. You brought her to life with your words. ❤
What a powerful and beautiful story. Iit feels real in the deepest way. That kind of truth that speaks to our humanity. Sister Tomas embodies the kind of faith I believe in: steady, compassionate, and brave enough to stand for peace when silence would be easier. Beautifully written.
So good Brenda, really loved reading this ~ Nerra ⚔️⚡️⚖️
Thank you Nerra. I enjoyed writing it. ❤
It felt calm, like someone lit a small light in the middle of chaos.
That quiet kind of courage stays with you more than any victory ever could.
Thank you that means so much. ❤
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Yes peace is harder than war! Beautifully told, loved it
Thank you ❤
This piece reads like a powerful, atmospheric portrait of war transformed by one woman’s quiet, unwavering courage.
That is what I wanted to portray. But also sort of in remembrance. Thank you. I so appreciate your interaction. ❤️
You’re welcome ☺️
There’s something sacred in this — the way Sister Tomas carries her light like a small act of defiance, tending it through mud and terror. It reminds me that sometimes faith isn’t a prayer whispered upward, but a lantern held steady in the dark.
I love how you wrote her — not as saint or soldier, but as keeper of a fragile peace, coaxing something living out of ruin. “Faith was not the absence of fear. It was the courage to speak when silence had become safe.” That line feels like a seed — small, unassuming, but enough to grow hope in the hardest ground.
This story doesn’t just speak it lingers. Sister Tomas is written with such quiet strength that you feel her presence long after the final line. She’s not heroic in the way war stories often demand; she’s human in the way we desperately need. Her lantern, her rag, her whispered truths they become symbols of something deeper: the courage to care when caring feels impossible. The line “Faith was not the absence of fear. It was the courage to speak when silence had become safe” stopped me cold. Because that’s the kind of bravery that changes the world not with noise, but with grace.
Thank you for the wonderful acknowledgement - I am truly humbled. It may be a prompt but my intention always was to showcase Sister Tomas. You brought her to life with your words. ❤
This is superb. My cup of tea.
Thank you Phillip - I loved writing that. It is my first time in a long time that I wrote such a long post.
Peace is harder than war, I agree with this line a lot.
Thank you for reading and I do agree.
What a powerful and beautiful story. Iit feels real in the deepest way. That kind of truth that speaks to our humanity. Sister Tomas embodies the kind of faith I believe in: steady, compassionate, and brave enough to stand for peace when silence would be easier. Beautifully written.
Thank you Andrea. It was difficult bring balance for a prompt but in the end faith won. And it was great because of the Remembrance Day yesterday.
Thank you for the restack @Andy Scott
Thank you. Appreciate your comment.