Steel clad soldier through the dusk and the dark
with bright blue gaze cut through the coming storm.
Healing and nature; metal, blood and bark -
an anchor in a place that transforms.
Strange ways and stranger now in the silence
after the fight and flight that we have done.
Offering nothing but true heart guidance
as the ignorance I knew sets with the sun.
Sailing again - water too dark to see
and alone I do not feel as we move.
Strength and kindness - whether in Light or tree.
Whatever noble deeds forever prove
even in strange places goodness does grow
even if goodness's face does not show.