Be calm, my tired warrior
The sun is already well over the horizon
Damp leaves soften your steps through the forest
And the clang of steel is hardly heard in the distance.
Let my diaphanous hand touch your shoulder
And lift the weight of grief and loss and pain
Let them blow away in the brief breeze of forgetting
And circle in silence like great hawks far above the clouds.
Yes, I know that tomorrow will bring another battle
Perhaps one that brings you at last to the ground.
But please know that as you lie there in final surrender
Spirit torn from your body
As a great tree is ripped from the hill in a storm
Please know that as you lay there finally broken
Wide eyes fixed upon the sky
Then I will return to assure you that you are not alone
And I will guide you on an immaterial plane
To your reward.