“In silent moments”
In silent moments, "and" begins to rise,
A quiet force that mends the broken chain.
It teaches us to see through others’ eyes,
And builds a world where kindness will remain.
Through "and," we learn to grow from joy and pain,
A word so small, yet vast in what it holds,
It stitches wounds and warms the bitter cold.
Each "and" we speak renews the fragile heart,
A tapestry of love its thread enfolds—
An endless work of hope, a work of art.
[3/1/2007]
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