There are many here among us
whose bodies may be frail,
yet their faith cannot be folded
into origami tears.
Let the sky weep, instead,
as we sow these seeds
for hopeful harvest
to give those in need
the warmth of borrowed sun
upon their faces
as they dream.
Let them be lifted
towards soothing sky,
elevated
from wretched reach
of sorrow's shadows.
Let their hearts
mend their minds,
their minds
mend their bodies,
their bodies mend
broken starlight.
Behold these miracles
that matter
each moment
we may breathe ~
embrace
Time's eternal movement;
give your sacred music
unto whispers
of butterfly wings
as they ascend
in uninterrupted song...
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