My brave heart You are the moon’s shining calm

cool visage beaming clouds of rest

You are the small bright bird on the palm

Of Hope as welcome guest.

You are a roaring wind holding storms at bay

The vision as far as a swallow flies,

The reflective night, the untried day,

The sunrise.

Disciples of logic, we understand

What is random or proven or certain or fair.

My brave heart, I stand clutching in my hand

A moment’s prayer.

My brave heart, I am the we of a thousand wishes

In the hearts of the many thinking of you.

In this war that is smart and tender and vicious,

We can be soldiers and philosophers too.