An old man in an old field, weary, beaten, broken
Soft breaths so shallow, so deep, whispering words seldom spoken
Eyes closed, fluttering, still
Blind to the field and the night's cold chill.
Though the words spoken were silent, soft, and quiet
They spoke of terror, an inside riot
Spilling secrets with barely a sound
Infusing them with the deep profound
"There he lies, cold, buried, dead,
Gone not from ailment, but from murder instead
I pulled the trigger, and then he was gone
Past all barriers he trekked on and on."
"I fought for what I thought was right,
I did what I could with my narrow sight,
But still I am stricken with this ancient grief
And I doubt I will never again know relief."
The stars, which never rest,
Cycling ever from trough to crest
Took heed of this old man broken
Listening to the words seldom spoken.
The woods, too, chose to hear
From the trees to the rocks to the lonely deer,
All became quiet, silent, still,
And all ignored the cold night's chill.
"All life is holy, all life is sacred,
All must live their lives before they join the dead,
So say the wise men, the monks, the priests
Those who give the most yet have the least."
"I have violated this most honored creed
With this most atrocious deed
So please help me heavens and those bound to earth
Before I choose to reverse my birth."
The words he spoke faded into the night
Vibrations never seen again by ear or by sight
And once again all was quiet, silent, still
As if frozen by the night's cold chill.
But then the silence echoed deep and far away
Reverberating stillness, out there in the gray
A hallowed voice that seemed to come from everywhere
Or did it come from nowhere?
The sanctions of the soul are the tethers of the heart
No one law can bind all things
For even doctrine written in stone can be weathered by storm
A life lives with all other lives, so much is true,
So to kill the other is to kill the self
But to allow others to kill, maim, and destroy by acting not
Is to also kill, maim, and destroy…perhaps
We cannot ever really know the merit of our actions
For there is no absolute right or eternal wrong
There is only the right and wrong of the moment
And how its perceived
So fear not punishment, judgment, and death
You fought for what you thought was right
And that's all we can ask of you
Thats all anyone can ask of you