The Quite 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.
Although paths diverge, we may still 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.
It is loosed unchecked. The wiser art
Is forging peace from a fractured part,
And seeing oneself in a 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.
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