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The Commander's Lullaby

Demanding, Expecting Standing there, pointing At me, always wanting To see something daunting Something more than expected Something dead resurrected Like a God he speaks soundly From the sky to the groundlings And as I bow reverently Breathing so fervently Holding close to the air Which fills my lungs fair What has his Grace asked What is my new task What else may I do To repay the sky blue For the chance to listen Bow and then christen Each word that is spoken Such a life is a token As a peasant just kneeling Humility revealing That who I bow for He is hungry, wants more And I tell you he'll never In willingness sever This bond will stay fast For want just to grasp But today I stand up I lift my head up And I look straight forward Into his eyes lost for words Except to say, dear Commander It is time you did gander At the sky as I do And see that it's blue May you breathe it in too May you steady your hunger May you reach and come through Leaving lightning and thunder For the chance to see me And the chance just to be As a man that I am Please, come, take my hand We can journey together And forever be filled From our lungs to our liver And in this so thrilled May we stop sending troops To fight other groups May we just learn to breathe Learning to receive There is no battle to win Peace living within Caressing us gently Holding us reverently As I have held you As all that I have Today I hold new Freedom, be glad For as you have watched me So closely, your servant As you have stopped me Your palm forward bent As you have held me As I have held you With wings I fell free From the nest straight into Free fall and weightlessness Came as I stand witness To miracles in moments And presently grown men That God may come And meet with the Buddha That Christendom's run Is all but seen through a Small boy's young eyes Tiring in the search As he looks to the skies And leaps from his perch
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