To say something memorable, something that helps men stand in courage or women find confidence in promise. Leaning into the winds of time and change. Never blown off course as precision, focus and determination join efforts to resolve the impossible. Our days are annals and fossils of this age. Left behind for those in life’s struggle to call upon in moments beyond themselves, to recall that someone won. Someone won.

Not wanting to rest upon the valor of men I should have known, or those who should have known better. This collision of steel upon razor edge threatens to cleave time and flesh. The opportunity to pit whit, charm and faith against the forged weaponry of crime, threat and evil. Knowing at outset that we have been victorious, though visions of failure and horror are illusions set to counter the mettle of our minds. We’ve won.

When fear calls our name leaving us riven in shame and doubt, our mouths filled with hope and ground to powder the upset, worry and paralysis of heart. We are not due the guilt of those who stood watching or ran to woods to hide eyes imperfect. Our resolve, when courage called to reason found enemies upon the field as we departed. Into glory we stepped not to shout our names but to sit at the foot of He who deserved it all. We stood.

A man may walk this same path a thousand times and not remember anything peculiar or particularly outstanding. But this day, the path remembered him. For today his feet planted deeply into the heart of this world finding the Rock of all Ages, firmly. Unfailing he took post, to walk it in sober recall and sounding for deep enemies. Showing fully his kinship to the King. His hope for lands and life, that all deserving peace found it in great measure. It found him enduring.

Not shapeless symbols of fable or comely tale. The real, images left blood-bright upon the sand and castles stone. That all of mankind cannot forget, nor would ever want to. The things that make the light so powerful. In shining day as swords fell and hearts could be left weeping. Men stood, shameless dressed in illumination and bible belt black. They were polished in courage, steeped in honor and humbled by the light of life. They sat forever, victorious.