We try, and try, and try.  Our effort is not enough.  We cry, and cry, and cry.  Our tears flow to nowhere.  There is a Loving Source, call it what you may, that can heal every heart, take the world’s pain away. Can I, can you, can we focus on Love, and Light, and Peace?

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