As you walk into your sanctuary after a day at war, who do you see welcoming you to your safety?

After you mute the distractions you’ve set in place, whose voice do you wish to hear in the silence?

When you’ve stripped yourself of your protective gear and false security, whose touch puts you at ease?

The stench of fear cloaked in chaos is finally gone, whose aroma of protection and adoration captivates you?

You tasted blood all day, but now who replaces it with flavor of acceptance and sincerity?

Who is it you fought for?  Who is it you find peace with after a day at war?