September 19, 2011
A boy clad in blue with a hat on his head sits alone. On a
boat in a wave-less sea he sits.
Lightning strikes and the waves rise to towering heights. He
looks up and is frightened. But above it all he sees an eagle and at the sight
of the great bird, the waves are frozen in time. Everything is still.
The boat does not rock or move. It stays. The noise of the
storm remains but it does not affect the boat anymore. All the same, the sight
of the giant waves scares him.
Again, he looks up. Now there are vultures circling. Their
eyes are red and hungry for blood. They have a look in their eyes with a
daunting threat saying: you are mine; we’ve eaten a friend, a father, and a
mentor.
Yet, higher still he knows, the eagle remains––its glory
like the sun, its majesty like no other.
He fumbles on a red ribbon tied on his arm and unties it. He
holds his hands out, firmly griping on the ribbon. And with a tear in his eye
releases it–allowing it to be lost in the waves that surround him.
The ribbon slowly sinks to the bottom of the black unmoving
sea. He watches as it is lost in the darkness…
