Photo by: A. Barlev
They walk the line as morning comes
As new day draws its dawn,
They walk as night approaches close
And sunset sinks alone.
They walk the line of now and then
Of sand and rock, death, growth,
They walk as footsteps mark the soil
And press it deep with hope.
They walk where many walked before
With others not yet born,
They walk in dust of those who passed
Of stories told and torn.
They walk to sew new roads to life
Connections old as time,
They walk a line of young and old
Their hearts as close as mine.
For The Daily Post
Na'ama Yehuda 
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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YES!
Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D. (http://channeledgrace.com/)
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Xoxo
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Such a poignant tribute to the challenges of the displaced. Sewing their new roads to life gives a note of optimism, too.
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Thank you my friend. Not only the displaced but certainly relevant to the millions who are.
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