The Quiet Miracle Poem by Savva Emanon

Fall in love with caring well,
The quiet truths your heart can tell.
Not rushing toward some distant shore,
But loving who you are, and more.

Be gentle with the soul you keep,
The wounds that time has buried deep.
For every scar has played its part,
In shaping wisdom in your heart.

Don't chase perfection's fleeting face,
For growth is found in patient grace.
The strongest trees don't bloom in haste;
They honour every season's taste.

Speak kindly to your own reflection,
With tenderness instead of correction.
Let every stumble gently prove
You continue to shift, drift and move.

Walk softly through each brand-new day,
Trusting life will find its way.
For every step, though small it seems,
Is building bridges to your dreams.

So fall in love with all you are,
Your quiet strength, each hidden scar.
For healing is the truest art...

It doesn't simply mend the soul,
It teaches you to love it whole.