To hold the truth within the hand,
And let the heart be soft and low,
To walk upon this shifting land,
With room to learn and space to grow.
No need to shout or claim the light,
For quiet worth is seen and known,
To admit a wrong, to choose the right,
And walk the journey, not alone.
An open mind, a friendly eye,
To hear the stories others tell,
And watch the clouds of wisdom fly,
Within this heart, the virtues dwell.
With feet on earth and spirit free,
Humility a steady friend,
Truth is the lens that helps me see,
And honesty my path to tend.
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