I am an old man with false teeth, my face like a blade in the wind.
I am a radiant saint, my feet barely touching the earth.
I am an immigrant mother, clutching my child at the border.
I am Gaia, shedding tears for all humanity.
I am a priest who serves in obscurity.
I am the one who thrills to His hands washing my feet.
I am a baby born addicted and alone.
I am the orphan who sees adoptive parents peering through the glass.
I am the palsied man hobbling across the finish line.
I am the Special Olympian, resplendent with my medal in the sunlight.
I am an Unknown Soldier, the unsung soul in countless watery graves.
I am a drop in the ever-swelling tide of Redemption.
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