When this brutal world hammers me down,
beaten metal on a block,
When this restrictive world pins me in,
measured minutes on a clock,
I search for sun behind grey clouds,
shimmering beyond the rain.
I search for love in humanity’s heart,
faith smaller than a mustard grain.
I find among the trees a peace, and in the ocean deep,
Spirit moving, a current, pushing hatefulness off.
Minds waking from centuries’ sleep.
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