© Brandon Evano
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Their souls were in captivity.
So then I wondered, 'Why, oh why,
Does God not hear their desperate cry?'
Voices wane into the night,
Ne'er heard in the morning's light,
And in compassion I reached out.
I put aside my fear and doubt.
I grasped the life the sea drew back.
My fortitude was never slack.
I searched the land, now torn apart.
'Where do I look, where do I start?'
Their land will heal. They will survive.
And to this end, the people strive.