“Dignity is not spoken here.
It’s held fast, like the hills, and it does not bend.”
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At last we learn
to recognise, without comfort,
that community
is forged in the circle,
shaping us
through endurance and restraint,
leaving each person
nothing soft to hold,
but dignity.
Mu dheireadh thig fios dhuinn
aithneachadh, gun shocair,
gur anns a’ chearcall fhèin
a thèid a’ choimhearsnachd a ghleusadh,
gar dèanamh
le fulangas is smachd cruaidh,
a’ fàgail gach anam
gun greim bog sam bith,
ach urram.
Dignity
We come to know one another
by the dignity we give, without fuss.
It shows
in keeping the boundary,
as it has always been kept.
Across long years and hard ground,
it remains,
asking for nothing.
Still, each soul carries
the quiet ache
of not being enough.
When leaving time draws near,
we see at last
what dignity truly is —
more than what was owned,
more than what was ruled.
It goes on
past a single lifetime.
Dignity deepens
through what has been borne,
through what a woman carried —
unless she was broken.
Through loss,
through days worn thin,
until memory itself softens
around who she once was.
Love has always been there.
When it is allowed to lead,
sorrow loosens its hold.
Then dignity
is seen again —
still standing,
still kind.
