The Echo of Our Ways

Karma whispers, soft yet true,

An echo of the things we do.

Not as chains to weigh us down,

But guiding hands where love is found.

Not in wrath, nor bitter pain,

But lessons sung in sweet refrain.

A mirror held for us to see,

The path back home to harmony.

Each thought we shape, each deed we weave,

Returns to us, as we believe.

Not punishment, but light and grace,

A chance to rise, to find our place.

For every wave sent out to sea,

Will find its way back patiently.

Not to drown, nor to condemn,

But to remind of love again.

So walk with kindness, speak with care,

Give from a heart that longs to share.

And in the ripples cast so wide,

You'll find yourself—realigned.