So many travels of my heart and soul,
in these last weeks, in toll of bells, the bells,
that toll for thee, for thee, for whom the solemn—
iron bells, alarum bells, for whom
the bells have tolled, to whom the tales are told.
When the borders break and no guard set to hinder refuge in the arms of sister, then once again, a family we will be, the people of remembering, loving God.
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When the borders break and no guard set
to hinder refuge in the arms of sister,
then once again, a family we will be,
the people of remembering, loving God.
"When the borders break"
image (2018) and text (2021), by Amar Shah, CC BY-NC 4.0.
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