In the quiet whisper of the night,
Lies the gentle embrace of truth,
Where shadows dance in soft delight,
And the heart finds its soothing proof.

Acceptance, like a gentle stream,
Flows through valleys of the soul,
Lifting burdens, mending seams,
Making the broken parts whole.

In the mirror of a tranquil mind,
Reflections of grace are found,
Where judgments fade and kindness binds,
And love becomes unbound.

Within the garden of the heart,
Acceptance blooms with gentle ease,
Nurturing every fragile part,
In the silent sway of the breeze.