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CULTURE OF HOPE

  • © Raphaela El caná Joyce Israel-Öbeñg​
  • Jul 27, 2018
  • 1 min read

Bring me back to the fortress, Rescue me from this waterless pit.

Let me become a prisoner of hope to a place where the darkness can not, does not, will not fit

A hope separate from this world one that lays out the path for my feet to walk,

To inspire my fingers how to war, and my hand how to fight. to shine a light on my path be it day or night

Like a spark that sets alight, starting a fire in my heart that spreads throughout, touching those around me.

A perfect infection.

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