held its breath
prayers saluted many hands that helped
mourned for The Seal who was lost.
A priest and twelve apostles in darkness come to light.
A paradigm beyond our borders as we listened and saw.
Even the monk's story could have gone very much awry
but something deep within us simply cared
millions held their breath and remained in prayer.
The miracle of our time.
Why is it
only children can unite us
only at a fearful cost
where for numbers
only one was lost?
Topic(s) of this poem: heroic, humanity, international, sacrifice
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