What if I spoke instead of staying still,
And let my truth cut clean through comfort's shell?
What if I bowed no more to someone’s will,
And walked away from praise that served me well?
What if I paused, and chose to hear within,
And let the quiet shape a deeper me?
What if the fault was not my shame or sin,
But fear that kept my heart from setting free?
What if the wound became a do...
A giant rises — towering, proud, severe,
Yet check the sun before you yield to fear;
For oft a dwarf, by stretching out his hand,
Can throw a giant's shadow on the land.
It is not the wind that drives the course you sail;
The set of your own sails will tell the tale.
The storm may roar, the sky may fall to grey —
The sail decides if you advance or stray.
The clever man will not o...
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