Song lyrics, written after the encounter described in this issue's Talking Our Walk.
I met him in a healing space, a seeker of relief.
Had one too many 'fore he came, to liquify his grief.
Fiery sparks of anger flashed in jagged bolts of hate.
We could not see the reason why his suffering was so great.
Our circle closed, the others left, then tears began to flow.
I made a space to listen as I truly wished to know.
"The pain you carry, what's the source?" I asked him earnestly.
His anger rose, his voice it shook, but still he shared with me.
Oh, Fire in the Sky! Ooh, Fire in the Sky!
He served his country years before in war, still undeclared.
Surrendered youth, his morals, truth, and essence were laid bare.
Eyes that witnessed horrors far beyond what mind could hold.
The blinding sounds, the deafening sights, his story still untold.
Oh, Fire in the Sky! Ooh, Fire in the Sky!
When he returned from lessons learned there came a crueler fate.
No blessing for his sacrifice, no welcoming embrace.
They even pointed fingers and accused him of harsh crimes.
They left him with no where to turn, but crush the pain inside.
Misplaced glories can't find compromise
Withheld stories will never meet demise.
Count your blessings and forget the rest.
But what remains, when you've given all your best?
When we raise eyes to clear blue skies we see a heavenly hue.
For him, the clouds of shame arise obscuring love from view.
If we but offer caring hearts and time to hear his truth.
To heal the wounds, forgive the past, creating life anew.
Oh, Fire in the Sky! Ooh, Fire in the Sky!
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