In the eye of the peregrine, forcing through time,
delivered to space; to have given limb and life, to have celebrated the best of
existence, to know war and toils. The skies are filled with heroes. Upon a
ladybug is blown a wish. Birds chirp in membrance. Butterflies pause in spirit.
Souls aren’t aware of the sacrifice, the feeling of triumph, the world in
controversy. Over a latte, we exhume memories, pull out pictures, sip in solace
those arts and stripes and metals. To remember sacrifice—nurses redressing
their souls, officials magnifying hearts of bravery. In the eye of the eagle,
to soar on high, swooping through lands and territories. Eating sardines in
battle. Running out of supplies. Remembering humanity—during struggle, trying
times, and anger. To have lived, to have survived, faced by hardship and
revelation.
