Last November in Copenhagen, I visited the State Museum for Art, where I stumbled across a beautiful piece of art by French painter Jean Lemaire aptly named ‘Theseus Finding His Father’s Sword and Sandals’ (seen above)

Upon seeing this art, I wrote this poem which I would like to share:

Amongst the ruins was Theseus searching,

Looking for his father’s sword and sandels,

A lost hope, his soul was groaning,

His father’s weapons—his life’s handles.

Grasp to them, my brave soldier,

They will be your guide.

They shall bring luck, like a clover.

With the wisdom of God, may you thrive.

The Father’s love looking on,

A watchful eye through the storm.

May your youthful mirth never begone,

Bravery in your heart, ever stay warm.