rainforest

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listen closely at the equipoise where new immerses the old, like curses softening into blessings as a scented candle infusing away the past and the prayers becoming flames. the preacher man asks you to take for the year how much your faith carries. you decipher the load and you take proclamations of what the new year beholds telling the moments ahead of me to be something. and if it be, can it be a rainforest? a rainforest where years are the distance between trees and let the efforts be raindrops sprinkling graciously over the canopy. let my rainforests be free from deforestation but if it comes, let the trees be replanted. and everything that is not of Yours be uprooted. then the faith that has much to carry begins to question- what about the indigenous people who were here before me? history has chased them away before. sociology has adjusted their customs. philosophy has offered its approach? what does my faith do?

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