It is the source living in us, moving
driving, sending us towards the sanity
bringing, giving, infusing, telling us
all is not lost. Instead of flowers
a raging river, flowing, never yielding
but always going forward,
flinging despair aside.
It is love,
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”