Sometimes, good things happen. Sometimes love wins over hate, Sometimes hope wins over fear. Some days the rain falls soft but steady, Re-consecrating desecrated soil. For all things, there is a season, A time to sow and a time to reap. Sharpened truth, the harvest scythe, Cuts patterns in the dying grain. A change, it seems, and none too soon; A faith restored, returned, renewed. The sun seemed to rise a bit brighter this morning, The earth to breathe a bit easier, The birds to sing that bit more joyful. Maybe, just maybe, beyond our daring dreams, Tomorrow may be better still.
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