A Voice Of Reason Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

It does not shout,
nor demand to be heard.
It waits, steady,
like the tide returning to shore.

In the chaos of noise,
it stands unmoved,
a quiet presence,
a breath between storms.

It does not seek victory,
only understanding.
It does not silence,
only listens,
then speaks with care.

Not always welcome,
but always needed.
A steady hand on trembling ground,
a light where the path bends unseen.