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The Measure of Goodness
The scale of right and wrong tilts gently with the weight of intent.
No gold nor crown can sway a will that seeks to harm or heal.
The measure of goodness lies in the gush after just decision.
People feel goodness in tremors, not in the thunder of applause.
A single act of kindness steadies the soul more than virtue's roles.
It measures itself with the warmth that lingers after the gaze fades.
All things align when compassion gathers scattered truths of being.
Division is the shadow cast to confound — when truth skips its lines.
Goodness sings clearly when tuned to bring harmony to opposites.
Not all that glows is measurable, yet light knows its proper depth.
Even a candle can tutor the night in the art of grace.
Goodness is the light that softens, not blinds, the eyes that seek it.
Goodness is a magnetic compass arm, afloat upon a pond.
Its needle swings towards mercy, humming attuned to caring.
Goodness is a two-step dance synced to align with the beat.
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