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Mustard Seed
Sometimes the world looks bleak:
much hatred and injustice,
violence and poverty.
Love is stifled;
faith is quenched;
hope is crushed.
What use is one small act of love in such world?
Faith may move mountains, but does it lift the burdens of the poor?
If hope is dashed against the rocks too often,
surely it must die?
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