beloved, do not fear

"Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone."

from "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot

"And even those who were wild were singing a hymn
that rose up to us on the mountain,
and it was as though they marched in
preparation for some imminent and joyous and sanctified war."
from Peace Like a River by Leif Enger