Blessings
Blessings on the Warrior
Who walks the quiet path;
Who fight when they are needed,
But prefer the heartfelt laughs.
Blessings on the Spirits
Who think of themselves last,
Who put themselves in harms way,
Whose hearts are so vast.
Blessings on the Soldiers
Who die, not quite knowing why;
Who pick up their weapons anyway,
And give a mighty cry.
Blessings on the Others
Who stand by their side.
The Spouse, the Child, the Loved Ones
Steadfast, at home, abide.
Try and walk beside them,
The ones who Protect us all.
They walk a difficult pat,
They answer a Divine Call.
To each and all I ask
To lower tear filled eyes,
To raise heartfelt voices,
When a Blessed one dies.
Blessed are we who know them,
Blessed are we they love,
Blessed is this world they walk in
Below and above.
