2026-06-25

 The Strength of Spirit

Mountains rise with granite pride,

And rivers carve the patient stone;

The strongest oak, its arms stretched wide,

Will one day stand, then stand alone.

Muscle flexes, iron bends,

And towers pierce the restless sky;

But every rule of flesh suspends—

All strength must fade, all forms must die.

Yet spirit moves with quiet might,

Unseen, but steady as the dawn;

It shapes the dark, it births the light,

It lingers long when strength is gone.

For hands may build and bodies break,

And armies march with thunder’s sound,

But spirit stirs the earth to wake,

And seeds of hope push through the ground.

No wall can hold the will of soul,

No shield can blunt the truth it brings;

The tides of time obey its pull,

And hearts are changed by unseen wings.

So trust not only in the arm,

Nor measure worth by weight or speed;

For spirit is the hidden charm,

The silent force to which we heed.

Physical strength may rule an hour,

But spirit’s force will always last;

It turns the stone, it grows the flower—

It is the future, not the past.

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