There is damage that has been done; there is repair that must be done.
A cripple in the street
A blind man in the corner
Hospitals loaded with the sick
Morgues full of preserved bodies
A body without its head
A plane in the air, but no pilot
Wrists slit, the blood gushing
Neck dangling from a hangman’s noose
A mother wailing
A father crying
A daughter weeping for her parents
A groom mourning his most recent bride
A disease spreading
A darkness growing
A vast expanse of barren land
Pungent heralds of a dying world
A drop of sunshine
A ray of light
A breeze with moisture
A blade of grass pushing through the sun-baked earth
A note of music
A spray of rain
A splash of color
Youth coming into a rugged age
A smile on a face
The laughter of a child
A rainbow; a silver lining
A trumpet answering a distress call
A mother conceiving
Daddy coming back home
A helping hand
A pleading message: Heal me.
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