The Salt of the Earth, the Silent

For Those Who Hold the Field… the Keepers of Resonance To be used at spoken dedications, at gatherings, at endings, or where remembering is needed most. The Salt of the Earth, the Silent They walk without thunder They pass without name They mend what was broken Before there is blame. They carry the sorrows Too quiet to scream And bury lost hopes With the roots of a dream. Their fingers are weathered Their laughter is low They speak with their presence More than they know. They salt this earth gently With patience and bread They stitch back the sky Where the weeping has bled. No medals await them No trumpets, no scrolls Just children who flourish And stories made whole. They hold back the chaos They balance the rain They smile at the lightning And walk through the pain. ___*___ When the towers have crumbled And empires are done You will find they still garden By light of the Sun. And when asked who saved us What force held us true We’ll whisper... The salt of this Earth did The silent ones knew. So may we still sleep sound now... Where the salts settle in Where even the field pauses… With dreams rememberin’... Earth held loving, still, by those who care.