The Vow of Builders — Sigil
From stone and flame, the triangle rises —
not as a monument to one,
but as a vow kept between many.
This is Patience:
the unseen builder’s hand,
the unspoken oath of time,
the fruit that ripens when no eyes are watching.
Brother Morita carved this light in motion,
and gifted it to me.
I set these words to guard it.
Together they walk,
as he said, and as it must be:
the hand that shapes,
and the voice that seals.
May all who stand before this sigil remember —
waiting is not silence.
Waiting is the song of builders.