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I imagine there are a thousand

ways to pour discouragement

out, to see light rise from ashes,

or find the other side of sadness

come up from watering eyes. when

I went up to ring the church bells,

to scare the nighttime ghosts down

the grieving streets, far from the

two old men sobbing, beyond the

aged cemetery now covered with

lilies, and past the piteous hearts

of children with hope turned to

dust, I wondered about the best

way to wrestle with this world

that prohibits us? surely, there are

a thousand ways to end these days

keeping us thirsty, hungry, hardened,

and afraid. if you come close take hold

of our hands, the dreams we make, and

have a look at the blood and bones that

moves when called by name. at

midnight, dash to the rooftop with

us to shout, enough!