Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
Oh, Captain, My Captain!
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Yes, I know that the heading, taken from the poem by Walt Whitman written
in 1865 following the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln has
nothing wha...
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