In early morning fug, I walk in the rain and the rotting undergrowth, through the mud and the mist, but the droplets that run down my face in semblance of tears are not of self pity, or of sorrow; they are of gratititude, they clear my eyes to perceive a new reality.
Today as I walk I thank the gods that my biggest worry placing step after step is tripping into the mud and not a landmine.
I thank the stars that the most I will have to retreive is my grubby dog from a tangled thicket and not the shattered pieces of a friend from rubble and ruins.
I thank the universe that I may sleep safe tonight in my bed without fear of waking to the screams stemming from that which I have seen, and may see again.
And I thank humanity for the bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood, praying that those who have the courage to stride out in faith and bravery will return to love and to light, having left a little of the same where so ever they have been.
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