Not the same way men mend. Just the Word spoken in truth
by Faithful Servants and wings restored, battle won, Sancturary protected
from without and within, "come to your rest oh great Angel.
Defended you did, that little church amongst my clouds.Did you see their weak and hopeless thrust toward the protected?
Bazra you can enter into my prtection where gardens of all desires grow
large and nourishing. Have I not returned you as I promised?
The evil will never get beyond those as Faithful as you my son.
Do not worry another has taken up your post with tales of your conflict
to live up to, rest my lovely.
Your brethren inside will never allow the battle of that day become
only scary stories told by cowards around flaming fires.
Enter into My Gates Of Praise, few have entered but for you there is
a seat and whatever you crave will be set before you."
Before words could form Bazra bowed, not forced,
'Father I have served You at the front lines, wittnessed man at his worst
and now you give me the praise. I am full, I have only heard tales of your home, I will never leave!


                                                      M.Bryant