{"id":36743,"date":"2024-09-25T11:32:32","date_gmt":"2024-09-25T16:32:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wlbott.com\/?p=36743"},"modified":"2024-09-25T15:52:38","modified_gmt":"2024-09-25T20:52:38","slug":"hopeful-songs-for-a-dismal-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wlbott.com\/?p=36743","title":{"rendered":"Hopeful Songs for a Dismal Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Good morning, WLBOTT World. Here\u2019s a little something hopeful:

Imagine a seedling breaking through the dark soil, reaching toward the sun. Though the sky is clouded over and rain falls steadily, the seedling grows stronger with every drop. It may seem small now, but that rain, those gray skies\u2014they\u2019re just part of its journey to becoming something magnificent.

Even when the day feels heavy, know that you're in the midst of growth. The rain will pass, the clouds will clear, and you'll stand taller, more vibrant, and rooted in resilience. Each challenge brings you closer to that flourishing moment.

Take heart. The sun is always behind the clouds.
- Elder G<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
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Gracias a la Vida<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro
\n               Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
\n               Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
\n               Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo
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\n               Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me ha dado el o\u00eddo que en todo su ancho
\n               Graba noche y d\u00edas
\n               Grillos y canarios, martillos, turbinas
\n               Ladridos, chubascos
\n               Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado
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\n               Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario
\n               Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro
\n               Madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando
\n               La ruta del alma del que estoy amando
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\n               Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados
\n               Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos
\n               Playas y desiertos, monta\u00f1as y llanos
\n               Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio
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\n               Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me dio el coraz\u00f3n que agita su marco
\n               Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano
\n               Cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo
\n               Cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros
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\n               Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
\n               Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto
\n               As\u00ed yo distingo dicha de quebranto
\n               Los dos materiales que forman mi canto
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\n               Y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto
\n               Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto<\/td>		\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It gave me two stars that when I open them
\n               I perfectly distinguish black from white
\n               And in the high sky its starry background
\n               And in the crowds the man I love
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\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It has given me the ear that in all its width
\n               Record night and days
\n               Crickets and canaries, hammers, turbines
\n               Barking, showers
\n               And the tender voice of my beloved
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\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It has given me the sound and the alphabet
\n               With him the words that I think and declare
\n               Mother, friend, brother and light shining
\n               The route of the soul of the one I am loving
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\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It has given me the march of my tired feet
\n               With them I walked cities and puddles
\n               Beaches and deserts, mountains and plains
\n               And your house, your street and your patio
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\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It gave me the heart that shakes his frame
\n               When I look at the fruit of the human brain
\n               When I look at the good so far from the bad
\n               When I look at the bottom of your clear eyes
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\n               Thanks to the life that has given me so much
\n               It has made me laugh and it has made me cry
\n               This is how I distinguish happiness from brokenness
\n               The two materials that make up my song
\n               And your song is the same song
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\n               And everyone’s song that is my own song
\n               Thanks to life\n            <\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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