What is a soul but a delicate flame,
Dancing softly, no two the same?
A fragile hope, a bold desire,
Unmoved by hate’s consuming fire.

It speaks in silence, calm yet clear,
Not inked on paper but hearts sincere,
Weathered by storms, yet still they glow,
A quiet strength the world may not know.

It’s not a fleeting act or guise,
But a revolution, where truth lies—
Embracing the world, its scars and grace,
Learning to see beyond the face.

The soul must shatter to truly mend,
To let go of pride and begin again.
In chaos’s roar, where voices fight,
Tolerance blooms as the source of light.

Each soul’s a spark in an endless blaze,
A unique reflection of countless rays.
It whispers softly, “There’s room for all,”
A humble answer to division’s call.

For every voice holds a story deep,
Each heart is a treasure we’re meant to keep.
It asks for courage, patience, and care,
And a love that dares to meet despair.

So let the flame of kindness rise,
A light that pierces shadowed skies.
A beacon strong, a guiding star,
To remind us all of who we are.

About the Poet 

 Althea Phyllis D. Latorre is 13 years
old student at New Filipino Private School.
She inspired by themes of unity, kindness, and
resilience. Her poem, “Echoing the Soul of
Tolerance,” is about embracing our differences and
finding strength in understanding one another.
Through her poems, she hope to spread light, love, and
a message of hope to everyone who reads them.