Saw the heart of busted fellows,
found silence there:
Met the hollow eyed children,
found numbness there.
A blessed angel with broken wings;
feeding a kind woman torn with misery:
Repentance in failure,
forgiveness in sorrow,
truth in dark.
Through a storm deaf holding,
the hand of blind;
and blind holding,
the hand of dumb.
Pain bringing the kindness,
mercy making the love,
cold birthing the fire.
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