Oh, advocates of Love!
We are often veiled by
darkness and experience
sudden jolts and jerks
on our journeys
How can we not utter
the words of thanks
constantly if we are
but sailboats being
propelled and blown
by the Great Wind?
In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful
from fear to freedom 
How can we be thankful, when we have just picked ourselves up from another fall? Then there is something to be thankful everyday even if it is the strength to stand up again Blessing, you words are always beautiful.
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