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The Light Triad
Beneath the shade of darker skies,
Where shadows twist, and sorrow lies,
A quiet ember softly glows,
Through tangled roots, its warmth bestows.
Three branches stretch, a radiant frame,
And every limb, a sacred name:
Faith in Humanity, its spark divine,
Humanism’s thread, a lifeline fine.
Kantian whispers guide the breeze,
A moral compass through stormy seas.
To act with grace, to honor truth,
To lift the old and guide the youth.
Faith in humanity—pure and rare,
A gentle song in despair’s lair.
Belief that kindness shapes our path,
A shield against the world’s cold wrath.
Humanism speaks with tender might,
A flame that burns in the darkest night.
To cherish life, to see it whole,
To find in each, a beating soul.
Kantianism, steadfast and strong,
A beacon for what’s right, not wrong.
Duty's call, a higher aim,
Where selfless love outruns the flame.
Together, these form the Light Triad’s grace,
A refuge born in the human race.
No golden crown, no fleeting fame,
Just hearts alight, untamed, untamed.
So let us weave these truths anew,
In every word, in all we do.
For in this triad, hope resides,
A gentle guide where love abides.
Beneath the shade of darker skies,
Where shadows twist, and sorrow lies,
A quiet ember softly glows,
Through tangled roots, its warmth bestows.
Three branches stretch, a radiant frame,
And every limb, a sacred name:
Faith in Humanity, its spark divine,
Humanism’s thread, a lifeline fine.
Kantian whispers guide the breeze,
A moral compass through stormy seas.
To act with grace, to honor truth,
To lift the old and guide the youth.
Faith in humanity—pure and rare,
A gentle song in despair’s lair.
Belief that kindness shapes our path,
A shield against the world’s cold wrath.
Humanism speaks with tender might,
A flame that burns in the darkest night.
To cherish life, to see it whole,
To find in each, a beating soul.
Kantianism, steadfast and strong,
A beacon for what’s right, not wrong.
Duty's call, a higher aim,
Where selfless love outruns the flame.
Together, these form the Light Triad’s grace,
A refuge born in the human race.
No golden crown, no fleeting fame,
Just hearts alight, untamed, untamed.
So let us weave these truths anew,
In every word, in all we do.
For in this triad, hope resides,
A gentle guide where love abides.
