A child to the altar
comes,
with boldly outstretched hands,
trusting
to partake of the Bread of Life.
A child to the border
comes,
having fled a violent land,
with shyly clenched hands,
aching
to taste of liberty from strife.
Their hunger is the same.
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 
Amen.
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Amen.
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Thank you
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