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How do I believe in life, in the face of death?<\/p>\n
How do I practice hospitality while I am in self-preservation mode?<\/p>\n
How do I share when there is a fear of scarcity?<\/p>\n
How do I hope when the future seems so bleak?<\/p>\n
What do I hold onto when there seems to be no cure, no solution?<\/p>\n
When I give up all hope, what do I have left?<\/p>\n
What is life without this frail shoot called “faith for a better tomorrow”?\u00a0<\/p>\n
“It shall be well,” I tell myself despite the darkness that has descended upon me.<\/p>\n
I hold onto the dying embers of my former existence.<\/p>\n
I grab hope with trembling, worn-out hands.<\/p>\n
“All will be well,” I shout to my haggard, fear-stricken soul.<\/p>\n
I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I will rise again.<\/p>\n
We will rise again like the phoenix.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow it shall be well; this is my hope.<\/p>\n
It is the spring rain that waters the dry, parched, tormented mind of mine.<\/p>\n
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