Peace in Helping Hands
Peace is not silence, nor the end of strife,
It blooms when I’ve lifted another’s life.
When a weary soul finds strength in my care,
I feel serenity rising, gentle and rare.
A word of courage, a hand to extend,
Support that guides them toward their end.
Whether moral light or practical deed,
Peace is born when I meet their need.
Their triumph becomes a song in my chest,
A melody of giving, my spirit at rest.
For in their success, my heart takes flight,
Peace shines within me, steady and bright.
No greater joy than to see them rise,
To watch hope rekindle in their eyes.
Helping them reach what they longed to pursue,
I find peace in knowing I’ve seen them through.
