The beauty of the spot in silence,
is not lost because of the harsher reality.
Someone was gunned down there,
a week ago two streets down another one.
As we pray in silence, the butterfly plays,
the sun gives light and dark through the trees.
The silence wraps it all in a holy hush,
making the light a beauty of peace, healing.
Love makes it through the rough,
turning it all to what was created, beauty.
is not lost because of the harsher reality.
Someone was gunned down there,
a week ago two streets down another one.
As we pray in silence, the butterfly plays,
the sun gives light and dark through the trees.
The silence wraps it all in a holy hush,
making the light a beauty of peace, healing.
Love makes it through the rough,
turning it all to what was created, beauty.
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