From Silence, We Turn

The world hums.
Phones glow.
Everyone’s talking —
but no one’s listening.

A mother pleads, unheard.
A neighbour’s grief drifts past like static.
Sirens blur into laughter
from somewhere else.
We keep walking.

“Are you there?”
“Do you listen?”
The questions echo off glass
and fall into silence.

Even out in the fields
you can still hear it —
that low, electric buzz.
Engines. Screens.
The hum that never stops.

This is what it’s come to:
so much noise,
and yet nothing worth hearing.

Then—
a pause.
A light through the door.
Blue and gold.
Warm hands.
A chair pulled out for someone new.

Here, people listen.
Really listen.
No filters.
No noise.
Just space.

A wheel turns —
not the metal kind,
but one made of kindness,
steady and shared.

This is Rotary.
Not power.
Not pride.
Just people showing up,
quietly,
again and again.

In a world that forgets to care,
we remember.
We turn the wheel,
together —
from shadow into light.