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点击复制They tremble first then find their grace
They learn the ache of every place;
Each touch a bridge each motion prayer
A silent faith beyond despair
No throne they seek no crown they wear
Their gift is presence true repair;
They hold they mend they cleanse they know—
How broken things decide to grow
Each scar they tend becomes their art
Each wound retells the human part;
Through every mark their patience weaves
A tapestry that never leaves
They ask for nothing give the same
They write their vows without a name;
The hands that heal the hands that stay—
Are light itself in human clay