It is over. It’ is done.
Release and peace have come.
Armor buried in consecrated ground.
Her heart, as a dove, flew to heaven.
Wide open fields where the sun shines forever.
She is a girl again, free, without burden.
The tree with gold light through it’s leaves,
the cold brook with refreshing water.
And she tends her sheep,
and she feels God near, and she is healed,
and she is whole and her country saved.
She can be with God and her angels now.
It is over. It is done