A faint breath of life, barely visible to the human eye,
Escapes its breathtaking, fragile form;
Supple, snow-white cotton envelopes its spirit.
Soft, brown, velvety moss completely covers the frail head
Of an angel sent from above
To shed life-sustaining sunshine on the deprived souls
Of those who constantly struggle to obtain a heavenly home;
As the eyes and mouth open wide,
The small limbs of hope, love, peace and endurance
Reach and lay hands on the oppressed.
Slowly, silently the captive of despair
Is released from bondage of suffering, pain, and hate.
With a renewed spirit of love and forgiveness,
The soldier of the cross relinquishes her spoils of war,
To the keeper and protector,
Until the next victory is won.
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