Creed

Creed

In quiet corners of the heart we lay
A simple thread that weaves the days—
A whispered promise, steady, true,
A creed that guides what we pursue.

Not carved in stone nor shouted loud,
But held within the steady crowd
Of thoughts that bloom when doubt draws near,
A gentle light that draws us near.

It speaks of kindness, of honest grace,
Of standing firm in time and space,
Of seeing worth in every face,
And walking on with steady pace.

So let this creed be soft yet strong,
A quiet song, a steadfast throng—
A British calm, a modest creed,
That lifts the soul and plants the seed.