Silent Strength

To the quiet warriors, the steadfast anchors of healing, whose work often goes unseen yet holds immeasurable power. In the shadows of life's trials, you stand firm, grounding the space with your gentle presence and unwavering resolve. Your dedication to your own inner journey, marked by humility and self-reflection, allows you to hold space with authenticity and depth, offering gentle guidance to those in need.

Through your words, your touch, and your silent strength, you offer solace and support to those navigating the depths of suffering. Your humility and commitment to service are the true markers of your greatness, quietly guiding others toward healing and hope.

I see you.

With sincere appreciation and deep respect, this poem is dedicated to you, the unsung heroes of healing, whose work embodies the essence of compassion and grace.

A Gift, Copyright Petra Roth

Silent Strength

In the unseen depths where spirits roam,

Stands the anchor, steadfast, alone.

Amidst the ebb and flow of cosmic tides,

In silent vigil, the anchor abides.

Through realms of chaos, the anchor moves,

Navigating shadows, unlocking grooves.

Yet deeper still, his roots extend,

Grounding the space where all fears blend.

Through hellish journeys, he must tread,

Through realms of darkness, fear, and dread.

Yet still, he stands, undaunted, strong,

Anchored in purpose, where he belongs.

For in the depths of his lonely plight,

He finds solace in the darkest night.

For in the silence, in the still,

He hears the whispers of the divine will.

Each pain, each tear, flows through his frame,

An anchor for sorrow, he holds its name.

For in his solitude, his strength is found,

Grounding the cries as the world spins around.

Witnessing great pain, his burden, his creed,

Yet he holds steady, in time of need.

An existential task, to let pain flow,

Through his body to Mother Earth below.

In one hand, the metal of Mars, essence of strife,

A key to unlock mysteries, shaping my life.

At a crucial moment, it nudged the design,

Releasing the Guard, aligning with the grand divine.

So honor the anchor, the facilitator too,

For the work they do, for me and for you.

In their hands, they offer the flame,

To light the path, as we reclaim our name.