Carrying weight,
including their own
while fully dressed
in the armor of God;
muscles are never seen
except through the reflection
in tears
which are caught
in our Savior’s cup.
Their sleep is found
only in the cradling arms
of God
as He sweetly sings over them
while tempests rage
to thwart the King’s treasure
from His grasp.
O mighty warrior,
What do you dream of
that sustains you
through your waking hours?