At the end of a brilliant battle

Tired and tattered,
torn and weathered,
as the sun rises,
on a brand new day,
with it, brings hope.

Hope of life renewed,
of spring and warmth,

of budding flowers and trees.

Your body is tired,
your mind is in tatters,
a soul that is torn,
from the battle you have weathered.

As a warrior you proclaim,
"Though beaten down,
from conquering the challenge,
I arise victorious!".

Go forward young warrior,
to a place so restful,
without worries and sickness,
to the comfort of God's arms.
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To Jon, friend of a dear friend.

I weep for you now, I pray for you eternally.