* THE WARRIOR *
He looked so dejected
as he stared at the ground.
The battle was won and
his treasures were found.
The dead lay about him.
The survivors were gone.
Had he been the general
or only the pawn?
His answers would come
when his own life was over.
His bones and his victories
then covered with clover.
But would death then end it?
If he’s dead, can he fight?
Will they remember his courage
and honor his might?
“I’m home now,” he’ll tell them.
“I can’t help you from here.
“You must fight your own battles
and face your own fear.
“Good bye now all warriors
the battle is ended.
We all had our glory
or at least we pretended.”
The clover is tall now
it grows ‘neath a tree
where the hills are the highest
and mankind’s still free.
~ The Maiden ~
The maiden awaited her warrior’s return.
Of his final death she never did learn.
Their love had continued in a child of their heart,
but he was an orphan from his very start.
Could the maiden remember the love of her youth
and allow it to grow into wisdom and truth?
Or would the lost love diminish her spirit?
Could she feel all her pain then release it and clear it?
The Goddess called to her, “You now are a mother.
Come to me for healing and you’ll love another.”
“I’ll come to you, Goddess, for you’ll make me whole,
but when is love safe? I ask from my Soul.”
“The safety of love is not yet in your life,
but soon you will rise above battle and strife.”
“For in healing yourself you help heal my earth.
It is for this reason that your Soul did take birth.”
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