Mourn

Mourn.
Mourn for those who have fallen.
Mourn for those who descended from on high on wings of flame.
Mourn for those who fell, burning contrails.
Mourn for those who they have touched.
Mourn.



Like a spear of fire from heaven they came, triumphant in their mission
Like a spear of fire, shattered on the shield of the Earth
Like a spear of fire, broken.



For the men and women who gave their lives today in order to give us a hand up to the stars.
For those who gave up everything they were to give us the opportunity to let our reach exceed our grasp, the joy of discovery, and a beacon for the future.
For the crew of the Space Shuttle Columbia, fallen angels all, who, like a star, fell to earth on this cold February morning.



Mourn.