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The fig tree does not blossom

yet the pine remains faithfully green.

The vine wanders aimlessly without bearing fruit

yet the stream still runs to the ocean.

The sun hides its face behind storming clouds

yet an infant still smiles on his mother’s lap.

Justice roams the streets, cast out by the powerful

yet her voice echoes in the throats of the youth.

The tendrils of war grow like weeds in fallow fields

yet the hand of one friend still finds the hand of another.

Division and cynicism make the best headlines

yet I hold out hope for I set my eyes on the LORD.

(on Habakkuk 3:17-18)

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