The Quiet Path

🎵 The Quiet Path We are not the boxes that they name Not lines on forms, not ink and claim We carry quiet truths inside A single life, a steady tide Stand with me, keep the light Small hands mend the world tonight Truth in work, not in the shout Hold the line, and cast the doubt History turns in patient rounds Old songs repeat their ancient sounds We learn the limits of our reach And find the grace in what we teach Stand with me, keep the light Small hands mend the world tonight Truth in work, not in the shout Hold the line, and cast the doubt When the noise would steal our breath We walk the quiet path of depth Rituals of earth and air Simple acts that show we care Not better, only clearer sight A steady heart that seeks the right We trade the altar of the loud For honest labor, humble, proud Stand with me, keep the light Small hands mend the world tonight Truth in work, not in the shout Hold the line, and cast the doubt One life tended, one voice true A single hand that sees us through Let kindness be the quiet art The hymn that keeps the world from dark