I have cried for the cities my heart wrenching, wishing my breathing was enough to sustain all their gasping. I’ve seen them withering, melting away back into the earth with no idea of their beauty or worth. I’ve seen them pouring themselves into the land till their hands bleed and their feet cripple beneath them all for the sake of a carving or statue for which they will devote their every breath and in return feel nothing but hopelessness. I have seen these things and yet I still sit at the end of the day and marvel at the beauty of the world and how among the wilting garden of rejected souls a simple smile, and a gentle hand revives the heart and makes way for truth. Their life is restored and their lungs are free to expand once more. How awesome it is to carry this gift and to know that within me lives the giver of life and through it, a collapsed soul need toil no more but sit with me at the end of the day and rest.
Heather A. 2008
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