Lord of the wind, listen to my solitude and the voice of all waiting. Protect my flame, which I locked in the palm of my hand when I was mute with solitude. Show me how in silence I come to know love that goes beyond suffering. May I have hands that are ready to give to others, words to calm fears, and strength to give everything that I have and more, not because of an obligation nor pity.
Please let me understand better that all others are me as I am them. May this small step give birth to a great light, to international solidarity. Reduce the chaos of the universe. Carry a smile throughout the day. Turn my hurt into art. Find out how hope grows. Amen.
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
If you like my creations, leave a kind comment and I will gladly reply to you.
The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 days ago in Fiction
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