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In gentle times a cry brings the cavalry, attention and love. In the days of sharp knives it brings more pain and isolation, and so you can be quite sure that the cries are of the desperate in pain that keeps on slicing deeper. And in these times some learn the magic trick of self healing, how to get out get up in silence... heal in silence... present themselves as well until one day it is true, and they are. Perhaps this is where we are now, with the self healed ready to become the army of helpers, the ones who turn the ship around with patient love and teaching.

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Out of complete silence the cry arose. Out of complete reverence the things of the world stilled to listen. Like a budding flower it started. Slow and gentle but it rose to a wail that tore at my heart; tens of thousands of voices crying out together in total sorrow. To the ends of the world the cry traveled. Over lands and seas, through forests and valleys. Every ear in the universe stilled to listen, every heart broke, so heavy so was miserable their song. When it hit my ears I fell to my knees. I felt a weight of sorrow press me into the dirt in which I knelt. My mind clouded with pain, my heart grew cold and numb with pent up emotion. I felt clogged with pain and anger, hurt, and fear. All I could do was join the cry. So I let it out in one long mournful yell to the heavens. Within my heart of hearts I longed for my cry to be loud enough to reach the ear of God himself.

By twilightlover77, September 13, 2017.