Through the dry desert, a river.

Through the yawning grief, perfume.

Through the war-torn streets, laughter.

Through the fallow season, a harvest.

Through the dense fog, a sunbeam.

Through the howls of night, peace.

Through the vast wilderness, new ways.

God have mercy,
may it be so.

on Isaiah 43:19
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