Justice In Practice

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