Lights

There was once a soldier
Returning from war
His eyes had seen much
Entire empires rise and fall
He was old, and he was tired
Making his way home
Through a cold night
Suddenly in front of him
There arose a shaft of light
And the soldier heard His voice
Blessings were showered on him
And the light showed him the way home
On this festival of light
Remember our soldiers
Who stand watch so we can sleep
Do not forget them
Because you can be sure
That they haven't forgotten you

The Bilge Master