Author's Note: This poem is through the eyes of a Kirschwasser under the service of Albedo.
On Wings Of Hope
To
our Lord,
We
are nothing more than living flesh,
Pure,
innocent, willing to serve, our hearts longing to be accepted as
real,
And
yet again, like it always has been, and ever will be,
Another
dies at his own hands.
We
see through each other,
Living
through each others' eyes,
Feeling
pain together so we are not alone,
Alone
to drown in misery as we slowly die.
But...
Through
our eyes, we see a deep sadness in him,
Something
he holds back, a fear and pain that keeps him away,
Away
from love, something he desperately needs,
A
love that will heal his broken heart,
And
mend his fractured soul.
When
we were created,
Of
course, our hearts were optional,
But
the drive to help others is buried within us by birth,
Thus,
our never ending desire to help our Lord.
We
are ready to receive him with open arms,
And
though he shatters our souls and breaks our spirits,
He
can never collectively destroy us entirely,
And
when he finally allows us to be near him,
We
will,
Without
hesitation,
Give
him our hearts and the love we can muster,
Until
he feels pain no longer...
All
we can do now is wait for the time he opens up to us,
So
we pray upon the force that gives us the strength to live on,
And
we hope our prayer is favorably heard before we all are gone,
And
that we can keep this promise to our beloved Lord...
Amen.