God of the generations,
When we set our hands to labor,
Thinking that we work alone,
Remind us that we carry
On our lips,
The words of prophets.
In our veins,
The blood of martyrs.
In our eyes,
The mystics’ visions.
In our hands
The strength of thousands

—Jan Richardson

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