may we

"We are blind except for the light that shines from our hearts. Search lights desperately seeking to meet in trust and intimacy. May we continue seeing the way. May our stories be told. May our songs be heard. May the tales of war be buried and transformed into stories of wishes come true. May these seeds grow, may the rains fall, may we rest long enough, may this struggle turn into the story of the beautiful journey we tell to our children."

- Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones