Human Spirit

Today we are a witness to the spirit of human kind
we watch it rise and burst forth at least thirty three times
From a pit, into the Fenix, began a journey a half mile long
To the surface, to their family, to the beginning of their new song.

We all are

Chilean for the day

The men to our amazement are fit and full of vigor
As if something mysterious has shot them out
with a life-sustaining trigger
Some shout, some chant, some kneel to pray
In their own unique sort of way
And we find that we just can’t help but be

Chilean for the day

Their eyes are shielded from their first
exposure to the sun
Their lives on hold, but now rebirthed, are far from being done
Their paths are changed, but so are ours
We watch, we hope, we pray
And we find that we just can't help but be

Chilean for the day