May 3: Separation Day
Separation Day:
From Ashes to Unity
Upon this day, the third day of May, hills recall their pain,
When flames and fury swept across the land,
Yet through the smoke, our prayers did remain -
A hope for peace that violence could not brand.
The morning’s grief, the silence of the fields,
The shattered homes, the sanctuaries burned,
Yet from the ashes, unity now yields
A strength the foe had never truly learned.
O Zohnathlâk, tribals of the hills,
Stand firm, though chaos seeks to break your will;
Let not the taunts nor flags bring forth chills,
For unity is armor, calm and still.
May God, who saw our sorrow and our scars,
Guide us to freedom, healing from these wars.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
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