Pray. Listen.

The prayerful heart shall hearthe sound of a fist becoming unclenched,the sound of the rain hundreds had prayed forfinally, gratefully, soaking the earth.

The prayerful heart shall hearthe sound of homeless men building their homes at last,the sound of hungry women gathering their grain,the sound of children, once unschooled,softly turning the pages of their very own booksas they read, wonderingly, themselves.

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