The noble souls are those
who embrace all of humanity,
shielding the fragile from the weight of pain.
By night’s hush, they rise alone to pray—
whispers of mercy for the suffering,
while their quiet smiles veil
the shadows of their own silent storms.
Their hands stretch wide—
toward the broken, the weary, the forgotten—
lifting those crushed beneath hatred’s weight,
soothing hearts battered by cruelty’s reign.
Where injustice lingers, they stand,
bearing burdens not their own,
offering love where bitterness once dwelled.
Noble souls seek no reward,
no songs sung in their name.
Even as they crumble in unseen corners,
they endure—
whole in spirit,
unwavering as the dawn.
To such souls, love flows deeper
than the ocean’s eternal reach.
For those who walk through unseen fires
carry the grace of saints.
No suffering can dim their light—
they live with hearts wide as the heavens,
open to love, forever and always.
MyKoul