We walk this world with burdens unseen,
Each heart a story, each soul between
The quiet battles, hopes held tight,
A flicker of grace in endless night.
So let us lead with gentle eyes,
A listening ear, no need for whys.
A word, a smile, a hand held near,
Can soften sorrow, calm the fear.
For love costs little, yet gives so much,
A balm, a bridge, a healing touch.
Compassion grows where kindness starts,
A light that lives in open hearts.
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Author:
john mckay (
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- Published: August 4th, 2025 20:39
- Category: Reflection
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