i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

- to the children who have no mothers

- to the mothers who have no children..

- to the men who worked so hard...

- to the girls whose journals are buried

- to the boys who have no shoes..

statistics desensitize our minds,

and with all the natural disasters,

we're starting to feel that this is just another one.

even 1 is a tragedy.

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we have to live like we're dying

for what the dawn will bring

nobody knows,

and just maybe

it will be the last day we see

the faces that we love

and the hugs that we receive.

but somehow, some way,

there's God in all of this

and in him there is healing

and refuge

and peace.