What an endeavor it is:
To reach out and touch humanity.
Where should one clench A hand to grasp a soul?
How does one Erect the spirit out of dust,
And heal it so it glows?
No one knows. But to smile, to love, to feel
Is infinite, eternal, beyond.
They reach where the hands cannot
And revive a life more magnificent.
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