Found this great ditty this morning: THE AFTERMATH OF BATTLE In the aftermath of battle, When cruelty has counted coup, And weary hearts are broken, And wounds need seeing to, There comes a song of mourning That sings of things that died, The loss of innocence and of trust, Killing human dignity and pride. Abuse and shame, used as spears, Can wound every human soul; In the aftermath of this battle, We see the countless human tolls. The malady of human cruelty, And what it has done to us all, Is reason enough for inventing Human illness and numbing walls. The final battle of each spirit Is in finding the courage to heal, Facing the future with bravery, Banishing abuse, while learning to feel. Each tangle with these shadows Yields a fragment of the whole, Until we can count the victory over the dark night of the soul. Earth Medicine Jamie Sams
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 13:53:07 +0000
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