Why Courage?
Courage is not a trumpet alone.
It is also a sparrow beating its small ribs against a winter wind,
a candle refusing the vocabulary of darkness.
It is the ordinary hand reaching where fear has already drawn a border:
the firefighter entering flame like a diver entering a red sea,
the witness telling the truth though lies circle like wolves,
the patient enduring pain one heartbeat at a time,
the stranger stepping forward to help while others step back.
Yet…
Courage has quieter disguises, uncommon as rainbows at midnight.
It is the addict asking for help and laying pride down like a rusted sword,
the grieving soul rising from bed and facing another morning's glare,
the one who forgives when resentment glitters like a poisoned crown,
the voice that says, "I was wrong," and breaks ego's granite wall.
These acts arrive without banners;
they move like roots beneath a forest, unseen and holding mountains upright.
And then there are the rare courages, precious as stars hidden in daylight.
The whistleblower standing against a machine of power and profit,
a rescuer returning into danger when escape has already opened its door,
the person who abandons hatred inherited through generations
and walks into the unknown carrying only compassion,
the one who sacrifices reputation, comfort, or safety
for a truth larger than the self.
Such courage is a glacier altering continents,
a lightning-struck tree still offering shade.
Why courage? Because life itself asks for it at the threshold of every beginning.
Consider birth: the mother crossing a storm-torn ocean in a vessel of flesh,
the baby descending through a narrowing canyon of thunder and pressure,
two travelers meeting danger from opposite shores.
The infant's first cry erupts like a battlefield bugle through fog,
the mother's often-suppressed moan rolls low as distant artillery over hills,
and together their voices echo the ancient sounds of war.
Yet from that struggle comes no conquest, no fallen flag,
only a new life raised like dawn above the smoking horizon,
and the first lesson every human learns:
we enter this world carried on courage.
I have to give credit to the courage of so many that helped me over the years when others would turn their noses up as though not willing to lower themselves to do what I simply needed, like pumping my gasoline or emptying my urine bag.
Ron