by Dorothy Vera

The Promise Beneath the Silence

“My grandmother taught me to listen

before giving my voice to the world.

She said the oldest truths arrive softly,

like rain entering the roots.

There is a language without words,

known only to the faithful heart.

It speaks of trust that asks no ownership

and love that builds no cage.

When the road forgets our footsteps,

the spirit still remembers the way.

Every honest bond becomes a prayer,

carried beyond the reach of time.

So meet each living soul with reverence;

the sacred often wears a quiet name.

What we protect with gentle hands

will one day guide us home.”

-Dorothy Vera