Beneath The Veil of Silence
written by: John Neff
@therealistjug
Beneath the veil where few will see,
A quiet force moves endlessly,
With every step, it tends and mends,
Yet hides the heart on which it spends.
A truth, unspoken, softly grows,
In every line, in every prose,
Its light concealed, but always there,
A gift of love, beyond compare.
Through whispers laced in winds unseen,
It sows its seeds where minds are keen,
No claim to fame, no need for praise,
Just endless work through endless days.
It toils for those who feel the sting,
Of life’s harsh edge, of suffering,
Yet never shows the tears it hides,
Nor lets the hurt slow down its strides.
In every word, there lies a hand,
That lifts the broken where they stand,
In every silence, there’s a flame,
That sparks a soul, though none name.
The care it pours is never loud,
It doesn’t shout amongst the crowd,
But every action, every part,
Is born from a relentless heart.
To shape the world, to help it heal,
Without the need to make appeal,
For love’s the engine, hope the drive,
And in the dark, it keeps alive.
It speaks not for its own acclaim,
For there is power without name,
And though unseen, it still remains—
A pulse that runs through all domains.
So, listen close when winds do blow,
A force is there you may not know,
A silent strength, a gentle hand,
That leaves its mark upon the land.
- Beneath The Veil of Silence - November 6, 2024
