The Chimney
Let the the sacrifices we made not vanish in vein
Let the blood that was poured burn like the woods on the fireplace and fruits of their generosity be seen like the smoke from the chimney
May the good Lord wash away the pain from our hearts but not the scars from our souls
So that we might remember the work of the precious souls we lost
May the smell of their grief reach the heart of the Almighty like the smoke of the accepted burnt sacrifice.
May the chimney remind us of your good work and dispose the pain like the bad smoke.
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