He’d tried to forgive himself
a thousand times, at least,
would do so again,
on each new day,
through joy or remorse,
come what may,
but held by the memory,
a determined beast,
those well-intended thanks
reminders of a distant East,
hoping time enough remained
for blessed service and more,
to banish pain and guilt,
master new lessons before
life’s final peace
brings an end to his war.
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