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A man in a dark cloak looks down at his hands holding a crudely shaped soapstone heart. He appears upon a ridge line of a desert. A torch illuminates his face. He looks scared and determined, walking alone near the ever-changing dunes. Constellations above mingled with thunderclouds. A village oasis sits on the edge of sight. One step will not yield to time for he knows no other path than his own. Unseen as he approaches, unseen as he leaves. Illustrated, oil painting, master work, focal point the star filled sky.
Vile actions of the wicked, whispered fears begging fatigued ears.
Would you follow this path of certainty, stepping behind a vile man?
Could they prompt you to believe their darkness is your belief?
Confident accusations of sickness in your mind.
How could you go against this merry band of the Machiavellian kind?
Who could live with themselves?
Opposition posing as invitations of reconciliation?
There is little difference between those who feast upon the oppressed.
Imagine the fear they must hold in their hearts to feel right about a boot on your necks.
Shall we make compost from their menace-addled minds?
The light will come for us one day. I see your heart's hope isn't broken, only scarred.
For each moment you choose this path of courage, our steps dispel the fear they cast.
If I had the courage to ask could you guard what I hold dear?
As if taking my life or yours was some sort of considered cost...
Would you risk your life for my family, put to trough by those who starve for war?
Would you lend a warm hand, and deny their feast upon my hopes?
Seeds of change plant themselves strongest in the heart that bears many scars.
For a fragile heart dwells upon wells of hate, their buckets dipped.
They seek to pilfer your grievance.
Concentrating their anger in false victimhood.
Their victims' tears clearly an attack, a shutter projecting their icy hearts.
Could you turn away when they come my way?
Would you walk along my side?
Allow us to wear this path well.
Would you allow me the honor to hold your heart even if only for a time?
Let us show the courage of a compassionate hand.
Stepping towards the unknown, stepping even when all you see is doubt festering.
Stepping toward those targeted by actions of the malign.
For none of us hold immense strength all of the time.
Shall we walk together towards a world where compassion and healing find our paths align?
1ov3
Aaron
