Words cannot fix the world but speech can heal old wounds between rivals bitter enemies become friends with certain concessions with admissions of guilt to acts of deception or heinous wrongdoing oh who am I kidding besides forgiveness not a thing will help to mend hearts broken by liquor elegant speeches make nothing happen magic occurs not with language despite what we believe about the power of words a child knows when she prays
beside her damp wet bed with the broken window inside her cold bedroom running a slight fever she asks for forgiveness while sucking on her quilt only God hears her prayers directly from her heart He listens for hidden key signatures to score a symphony of songs lamenting her sorrows even though the child cries out for her mother God hears only her anguish nibbling on her bones she thanks Him for setting her whole body ablaze
winter arrives as soon as the dessicated trees lose their fallen plumes inside her dark attic Helena sees the stars sing for her songs of joy not to despair or lose hope even while alone when no one sees her tears drenched in sweat from fever rising in temperature her brain boiling borrows oil for the kerosene lamp to light up her room to find her favorite toy wishing her mother near she holds Mumble Bunny close and nibbles his ears
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