“A Sister’s Prayer”
(dedicated to the sisters of the 1821 warriors for freedom in Greece)
Brother! I hear your voice at night
in the cold mountains in the moonlight.
Here we cower awaiting the cursed Turks
as they rush through our villages berserk
snatching our best
leaving the rest wailing
Brothers! I hear your voices in the morning
not in mourning
but in daring
no enemy sparing.
Spring is in the air
we no longer despair
our hearts and minds fully aware.
His Angels are gathering overhead,
like eagles they spread.
The moment arrives,
our spirit survives.
It has before.
The coming storm of freedom!