By Nathaniel E. Hocker on September 17, 2019
The blistering winds howl as the direction fades. The path is rough; a means to an end unknown.
We can’t turn back, we won’t give up. Justice is our mission.
We seek a righteousness not unto ourselves. Blessed are the peacewalkers.
Time has little meaning as our lives carry much. Much to give. Much to love. Earth is our green belt, worn with honor and ravaged by wear.
We are armed with a fierce curiosity. We travel among the invisible. The silence of a hero is among us.
We near an end, we tire not. The journey was long . . . not long enough.