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The well is dry; the earth now sleeps, small
Children, tired after a day of laughter now
Lay helpless within an unmerciful night. Little
Soldiers, fighting battles against imagined Bogey men
Under beds and in closets. Shadows creeping into
Bedrooms like hidden children wanting to play “My soul
For your life”. A game we never win.
 It was your face I remembered that day when the battle
was lost, on the Night when life was discovered for the
first time and the words “He is no longer with us” became real.
That Night, we tasted the tears bled from our eyes, the
Bitter taste of mortality from a grail neither spiritual nor holy.  
 That night, he sat with us as we slept, praying you
never wake to know the hell he has seen.
He came to whisper a new life into your ear to guide your dreams
Into the kingdom of light he wishes he resides in.
Where you hope to be taken someday to meet him.
He became the voice concealed by an infant sun that
had risen in your eyes through the curtains you now hide behind.
 Through his words, in time you will come to know that he
Had suffered because of all you had endured. You will learn
That he has been with you these many years since
That night. You will know he has calmed the earth
And bathed you in heaven's waters hidden deep within these words.