of humanity…
who know the tears,
and name the sorrows
that only darkness holds…
who nurse at the breasts
of the woman branded…
who wash her hands and feet
as she lays dying….
who hold the orphaned children
close… taking their sickness….
who pray with the murderers,
who share with the thieves.
who walk with the crippled,
and hold the shaking addict….
we are by them blessed….
to know them, and to care!

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The Elders…
On the muted cries
Of the children.
On the screams of the women,
Raped, and butchered.
On the hides of the buffalo,
The wings of the crows…
Cannot speak, but for grieving.
Cannot pray, but for blood.
Cannot breathe, but for the wind…
Calling, for redemption!

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