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Mary Joy Lumanog

(July 28,1983 / Bacolod City, Philippines)

Obscure


How obscure
To heal a heart full of hatred
Through the light of forgiveness...

How obscure
To cure blindness
Through the light of open-mindedness...

How obscure
To cure deafness
Through the light of consciousness...

How obscure
To cure dumbness
Through the light of intelligence...

How obscure...
To heal a hand of hostility
Through the light of kindness...


How obscure
To cure a paralytic
Through the light of liberty...

How obscure
To cure sickness
Through the light of benevolence...

How obscure to understand
To heal physicality
Through the presence of spirituality

Submitted: Saturday, June 27, 2009
Edited: Saturday, June 27, 2009

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