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Brother, my heart flew to youwhen violence tore your land and our hearts.

My soul joined you before my eyes ever saw your face or read your words; before my ears heard your voice.

In my ignorance, I tried joining my anger with the rising tide of rage against the children, sons and daughters of our nations dying and fighting, my brothers and sisters in ignorance.

With no teacher, just anger like a torch guiding us, we learned to hate ourselves. Your brothers, sisters, students— burning like eternal candle flames in a cosmic vigil for peace— tried to light our way. With no teacher, it fed our rage.

I discovered myself in the part of you that is me. I touch deeply the poetry within my heart and find you there.

I eat your words, sweet like fruit, bursting in my mouth and in my heart. I look deeply into the fruit and find my own words and eternity.

I hold your life close to my heart and find the source of compassion in my life at last.

Rosanne Azarian

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