Quiet Warriors

A growing piece of me wants to engage;

To say something to ease the rage

From the angry, agitated, inferno stage.

But another, larger part

Knows there’s wisdom in a quiet heart

Nestled in Great Mother’s arms

Where Holy Father keeps me from harms

We patiently observe all the alarms

No need to convince

No need to wince

No need for hints

It’s all as it should be

A very small part of eternity

We’re beginning to see with clarity

The fruits of Love’s labor

Have already saved her.

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