content warning: just sad feeling
Tired soul, weary wanderer, it is time to rest.
You’ve fought hard but now the fight is done.
You’ve done so much; you’ve done your best.
It does not matter whether you’ve lost or won.
At the end, all sins are bare and truths confessed,
There’s nothing left to hide, nowhere left to run.
Tired soul, weary wanderer, it is time to rest.
You’ve fought hard but now the fight is done.
A bed awaits you, a gentle and soft nest,
And when night passes, you will awake to the sun,
You are well-loved, you are another one;
All those you wanted to, you have impressed.
Tired soul, weary wanderer, it is time to rest.
Such gentleness here – a welcome for the weary one. Your repetitive use of ‘weary wanderer’ is perfectly balanced throughout; a poignant and gentle (yes, Im using that term again) for what may be the end of a period of stress, or the end of life. Not worrying in the least – a palpable sense of welcoming home. Beautiful.