Red

It has been a year
And still, I cannot speak.
The wound too raw,
The flesh too weak.

It is not hopeless grief,
But it is sorrow nonetheless.
When giants fall,
How is this midget to rest?

You taught me to walk,
Carried my weight
Across planes, through valleys,
Up hills and mountains
And over the oceans.

You saw me in the forge,
Tempered me in the waters.
You honed my edge,
And were ever my buckler.

Pilgrims we were together,
I now more than ever.
The mighty sleep,
The weak press on.

Tell our brothers
All they missed.
Tell our mother
She was truly blessed.

We wait for the removal
Of the torn veil,
When Heaven is all
And there be no hell.

Let us build houses
From everlasting wood,
And rejoice in the Savior
Who said we could.

Let us hike through
The healed land.
Let Larums roar,
Hand in hand.