The Ledger of My Hearth

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The Ledger of My Hearth

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I have learned that honesty is a treasure,

The root from which my home has grown,

The quiet place where I can measure

The life we’ve built, the seeds we’ve sown.

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It is the vow I hold through weather,

The open heart, the trusting gaze,

The unseen thread that binds together

Our separate nights and shared-out days.

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Yet I have found that love’s devotion

Is not in every word I say;

The tide of endless, raw emotion

Can wear a gentle bond away.

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For when the floors and dishes call me,

When weary hands have carried on,

I hide the storms that rise within me

Until the sharper winds are gone.

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I do not speak each passing sorrow,

Each tired thought, each moment’s ache;

For some small truths are best to borrow

The grace that kindness chooses to make.

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I soften words and quiet anger,

I let the little battles cease;

Not from fear, nor from surrender,

But from my longing to keep peace.

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For if I showed each hidden shadow,

Each restless thought my days have known,

The garden where our dreams once flowered

Might turn to dust and hardened stone.

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The perfect love I once imagined,

The flawless souls I wished we’d be,

Are washed away by daily living,

By cups and clothes and tired routine.

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So I forgive the faults unspoken,

And trust the wounds we both conceal;

For love is more than naked truth is-

It is the mercy that makes it real.

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I keep this ledger of my hearthfire:

Not debts, but kindness we renew;

A thousand quiet acts of loving,

A thousand ways I choose you.

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