The Quiet Strength Of Grace

In halls where voices rise and fall, Let kindness be the thread through all, Not every clash must end in fire— True strength is found when hearts aspire To listen more than they defend. The elder's pause, the child’s gaze, Each holds a truth, a sacred phrase. Though paths diverge, we still may meet On common ground where minds are sweet With patience, and the will to bend. No throne is built by scorn or pride, But towers fall when rage’s tide Is loosed unchecked. The wiser art Is forging peace from fractured part, . And seeing self in stranger's face Respect is not a coin to trade, Nor merely manners on parade. It springs from knowing each has worth— A soul, a name, a place on earth— Deserving of a gentler space. So let us sow what we would reap: A voice that heals, a vow to keep. Though storms may howl and tempers flare, The path of grace is always there— A road that rises when we dare. Author: Floyd Neal Date: May 2, 2025 Inspiration: Praying for Grace