The ground lies frozen in sleeping hibernation

Pathways covered in ice force me to walk on —

To walk on the fragile mosses and grasses

Which snap under my every footfall

Humanity unable to stop their own destruction

Aware and helpless , we grow more silent

But in the stillness , we hear the human cries

And reach out to give kindness to others

Awakening to enlightenment and turning away

From insularity to reach for love of neighbors

Like a kiss that startles embers alive within the soul

With the windy whispers the heart gone cold

Is made to reach for peace in our time

One heart at a time , fiercely burning

Resisting the lonely odds , unthawed.

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