Night after night
the warriors go to war
morning after morning
their bodies feel the toll
Quietly, the door shuts behind them
they feel the weight of the world
but also the joy
for the Joy is with them
Down to their knees
face to the ground
determined to do what they can
to get through these dark days
Battered and torn
mentally worn
their knees ache
the blood rushes to their head
But still they are unmoved
lost in the conversation
seeking The Wisdom
and feeling the ache inside
Oh! How difficult it is
to fight here in the body
so to our knees we must go
and seek the answers
Far too impossible a typical day
to face it without those worn knees
that have come to be known
with the monks of the past
But let us follow those brave and bold
down to our knees, determined to be
fighting for life and the truth
clutching tight to The Love
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