: K.G. Bell
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The heralds beseech me to gather my courage and go home to my family,
knowing that God is always beside me, subsiding the discontented, sad noises,
bellowing from wars, famine and disease; bellowing from poverty and grief,
where leaping hearts
make vociferous calls to find destiny. Here, in my self-
inspired doom, I feel my life swaying in the wind like a bridge hanging on strings.
I feel lost, struggling to replace the emptiness with true love. I find myself
constantly apologizing, ...