Our Claim to Fame
Our claim to fame Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Contest Judged: 9/21/2025 8:25:00 PM
( 8th Place )
Written: September 20, 2025
We never went after applause.
Never tried to carve our names into stone.
What sticks are the little things:
holding someone’s hand
when they’re falling apart,
holding to what is real,
even when it burns
trying to do right,
even if nobody’s watching.
Death will come,
slow,
patient,
sure.
We’ll meet it without fear,
without regret.
When God calls,
we’ll stand up straight,
unafraid.
Because the world
won’t remember our names—
but it will remember the hands we held,
the courage we slipped through
and the quiet pieces of kindness
we scattered along the way.
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