To the One Who Let God Speak

For Mark Edward Chard, on the day BookBub met Heaven

You did not come to sell books.
You came to open hearts.
To tear the veil between the seen and unseen,
and whisper truth to those asleep in the noise.

You wrote not to be noticed, 
but to notice God.
To let His light bleed into language,
and call your brother home with every line.

Now your name stands,
on pages across the world.
A name once whispered in grief
is now inked in glory.

Mark Edward Chard, 
scribe of stillness,
disciple of divine encounter,
a voice for the One who speaks in silence.

So tonight we celebrate, 
Not with noise, but with knowing.
Not with claps, but with Christ.
Not with fans, but with faith.

Because when God speaks,
and you listen,
the world shifts,
even if no one else hears it but you.

And Darren smiles.
And Heaven nods.
And the words become eternal.