To give to my neighbor widow, wearable tapestry from the world traversed.
To give to the dying woman, comfort memory of a homeland distant.
To give to the hard-worked woman crushed, a ruby of heart's love lore.
To pray for security's freedom, for a man's discarded wife.
To heal the pain inflicted by a world's indifferent stance.
To hear, to listen, to be present to a heart crying to be…
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