Poem – The Quiet Knowing

The Quiet Knowing

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-by Per Norrgren

There is a quiet voice,
soft as morning mist over fields,
that knows your worth
like the roots of trees know the earth,
invisible but steady, holding on.

In the press of day, amidst the noise
of tasks, the hum of names and titles,
that voice speaks not in volume
but in presence, reminding you
you are not only what you do
but the one who brings
all that you are, tender and whole,
to each small moment.

You have shaped the ground you stand upon,
your footsteps leaving traces
of strength, of care, of seeing.
No title can capture
the way you lean in to listen,
the way you lift your head in laughter,
the way you honour another’s voice
with your own silence.

Remember, you do not owe your worth
to any moment’s outcome—
not to applause or to silence,
not to what is unfinished
or what is well done.
You are already
the gift given.

Here, in the knowing of your own heart,
in the gentleness that touches
each word, each breath,
in the soft gathering of yourself
when the day is done,
there is a strength that is yours,
unchanging and true,
as steady as the roots
that anchor the trees,
invisible but present,
holding on, holding you.