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A Child’s Prayer
By Jessa Mae Gabalones
On one cold autumn night a ray of hope braved through the cracks of the crumbling village. On that night, the child had prayed that may this beam grow into the people’s guiding light.
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During the freezing days of winter darkness would often knock on the child’s door begging to be let in just like the other villagers had. On those nights, the child had prayed that may the darkness grow weary and that luminescence prevail.
On the days of spring, a concoction of anxiousness and joy flooded the village. The child remembered clear as day, what happened on that one day in May. He had come to resent the village people, with their ears that played deaf and their eyes that stayed closed.
On that day, the child had prayed that may the people learn that the world has a sun, and that the pitch black they are accustomed to is the darkness caused by light being deprived of the opportunity to shine and save.
