An earthquake starts where eyes can’t see,
A fault beneath the earth runs free.
It shifts,
it cracks,
it shakes the land,
As silence slips through trembling hands.
So too, the soul may start to shake, When buried truths begin to wake.
A crisis stirs what lies below— Old wounds, false thoughts, the pain we stow.
But here’s the grace the earth denies: A human heart can realign.
We need not break with every storm,
For inner ground can be reformed.
No need to fear the quake within—
Truth is the place where peace begins.
