The Quiet Strength of Truth

When the night is thick

and the winds of power howl,

I tremble.

I wonder if the small flame within me

can survive.

 

Yet in the hush beneath fear

I hear You whisper:

Truth needs no armies.

It is the still root

that outlives the storm.

 

I need not win the argument.

I need only stay near

to the pulse of Love

that holds the universe together.

 

Let me rest there... 

where no victory is loud,

where hope is a patient friend

waiting in the dark,

where the world’s clamour fades

and the heart knows:

 

even when evil prospers,

Truth already stands,

quiet,

unbroken,

strong.