the weight of a word spoken
can carve hollows in hearts unseen
or cradle the trembling body whole
what you do in the quiet moments
when no eyes are watching your hand
defines the soil you leave behind
deeds are prayers whispered into time
rippling out through unfamiliar waters
pause before each word you place down
remember the ache of a careless step
the harm of moving without direction
to practice justice is to hold steady
to see the world not as fleeting shadows
but as a mirror of your intentions
be mindful of every seed you sow here
trees grow even where we forget to look