there is this rose, fragile, lovely, and transient –
a reminder that beauty is real, and life is a gift to be cherished in us, and in each of all those other people who share our humanity, and who are caught up in cycles of violence, conflict and despair.
And we keep praying for peace, as a disposition of resistance and a standpoint of trust.
And we live what we pray for. Or so it seems to me.
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