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.
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