There are people who walk into our lives and quietly change the atmosphere just by being present. To a colleague who became a sanctuary and a friend who dared to break the silence I had built around myself, this is a tribute. You listened without a gavel in your hand, offering a space where words could finally breathe without fear of judgment. As you move on to your next chapter, you leave behind a legacy of kindness and a silence that is no longer empty, but filled with the resonance of a true connection.

Anchors of Grace

Days were measured in shadows and walls of stone,

Over the silence where I had walked alone.

Never demanding, you waited for the word,

Notes of a story that finally could be heard.

Always a refuge where judgment had no place.

Mirroring kindness in every steady deed,

Ever a comfort in moments of hidden need.

Radiant spirit that calmed the rushing tide,

Lifting the burdens I used to keep inside.

Years may divide us, but echoes still remain,

A light that persists through the wind and through the rain.

Now as you journey toward a different shore,

Always remember the grace you held and bore.