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The Best We Can Hope For

The best we can hope for
It seems
Is a stillness of moment
When the ravaging of disease ceases to capture, momentarily, all available attention
And an inner peace
Surely not of the world,
Can triumph
And the blessing of love
Can be felt
Amongst and amidst the torment.
This illness never leaves
Despite our best hopes
And yet…
And yet, we still hope and pray
Despite outward appearance
And inner destruction
That miracles will bless our lives
So that one day
We might walk free of it
And be together
In an absolute harmony
On every level
As it was before
So may it be again.
Amen

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