In all
uncertainty and
scarcity;
trepidation and want,
in the mire and the marrow
the dawn shines brighter
over desolate plains;
the shattered hillocks,
dusted now
with the frailest
shoots of spring.
In all despair,
in barest need
there is solace
in furrowed brow
resting on ancient creed.
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