I hope your neighbors see your heart
on your sleeve all exposed and its pulsing gives them pause. I hope your neighbors note your soul buried deep all smothered and its ruminating makes them remember. I hope your neighbors hear your mind in your action all devoted and its working causes them to consider. I hope, for this more fiercely than the rest, I hope you will be a neighbor generous who stops to recognize, empathize, and listen. I hope you will move first toward reconciliation. Comments are closed.
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