Choosing instead the spark she rekindled
he carried the healing wherever he went,
refusing the minuscule, hapless help
of tin soldiers marching
along white picket fences,
he was bolder now.
He decided they needed the help of the heavenly warriors, more pure
than false promises
and false visions of paradise.
So he simply embraced her
whenever she was down
whenever she was afraid.
And he prayed for the sound of wings
to cover them…..
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