An Inspired Poem: What Is Missing?

A quiet ache hums through the air,
A void we sense but can’t declare.
Not the clatter of progress or the rush of gain,
But something softer we’ve let wane.

What is missing? A touch, a word,
An unspoken kindness that goes unheard.
The courage to pause, to truly see,
The threads that bind you and me.

Connection falters, yet it’s the glue,
To bridge the many, to weave the few.
Compassion lies dormant, a seed in the ground,
Needing our care to grow profound.

Curiosity dims, though it holds the key,
To questions unasked, to possibility.
Creativity waits in the shadows to spark,
A beacon of hope in the looming dark.

What is missing is not grand or vast,
It’s found in the moments we let slip past.
A hand extended, a heart laid bare,
A world remade when we truly care.

So what can we do, where do we start?
We lead with purpose; we lead with heart.
We choose connection, compassion, and grace,
And together, we build a better place.

For what is missing is within our hands,
To sow new seeds across the lands.
To nurture a world that’s just and true,
The future we crave begins with you.