When greed shouts loud
and violence shakes the ground,
remember—
the river keeps flowing,
trees keep reaching skyward,
and seeds split open in the dark
to begin again.
Empires rise and fall,
but the Spirit endures.
The spirit in you,
the spirit in us.
Answer the onslaught not with despair
but with living contradiction:
Generosity where greed takes root,
Compassion where violence reigns,
Truth where lies seek shelter,
Beauty where the world forgets wonder.
You are not alone.
Beneath the noise,
a quiet renewal stirs.
What bends may yet be remade.
What breaks may yet be healed.
Hold steady.
Trust the cycle.
Live as the seed of the world to come.