Strange mystery of child

Strange mystery of child: 
Like raindrop clear, 
Like sunshine kind, 
Like ocean warm in tropics 

In soldier's body, 
By wounds and duties toughened, 
By death bypassed, 
Of metal made yet supple 

In mortal flesh, 
Immortal lives the spirit,  
God's breath absorbed, 
And yet so real. 

So clear and so real was he, 
I couldn't see through 
This strange mystery,  
And can't see yet.

Forever mystery, 
And longing, 
And pain, 
And hunger for his touch.  

M.N. 
2.11.17