To share life is to share stories,
of vibrant landscapes and souls bright,
of secrets, wishes, visions, fleeting time,
of dreams, of names, held in light.
Are not books kindled to stir the senses?
Does wisdom bloom within imagination,
where parables come alive in silent reveries?
Can you recall that feeling, that wonder, that embrace,
when curiosity first cracked open the dark,
uncovering answers like a spark,
and revelation spilled like dawn?
That flame-the birth of every bond.
Let us gather close around the tales we tell.
Let friendship blanket us, warm and true.
And let love cradle us in its gentle, unadorned grace.
May peace surround all.
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"For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came me.
Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."