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When The Weak Come To Call


Do you have

enough scars

to help others

heal

 

Or wounds

that stay open

the past 

uncongealed

 

Did you suffer

in silence

each moment

of pain

 

Did all hope

leave you orphaned

alone

and profane

 

Is your counsel

of value

when the weak

come to call

 

Can you see

through the trauma

and cushion

— their fall

 

(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025)

 

 

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