A Hero screaming with fury, dies.
Face in mud. Holding nothing but a rifle.
Sing his song. His memory lives on.
An Artist paints her sorrow.
Her heart a torn battlefield.
No emotion to discard.
Holding nothing but a brush.
Beautiful. Her art lives on.
A woman struggles forsaken
Birthing her firstborn.
Near death, Mother gives life.
Valiant. Defiant. Yet, tender.
One dies, one cries, one lives.
Of these three immortals,
Mother Majestic, I love you most.
Benevolently choosing the harder road,
living life for a hungry son.
Choosing not to die or cry, but to live life alive.
Quiet stillness. Sitting by a glowing angel.
Such deep inexpressible reverence.
Basking in your pleasant brilliance,
a warm blanket of devotion enfolds me.
Deny me not this moment.
Open and pour.
Ask. Speak. Inquire.
I crave your heavenly voice.