Only after the battle did the fighters understand that the eagle had touched them.
It wasn’t only the spirit.
There was also the feather of the eagle.
This was writing the legend.
And this legend would become history.
The legend of the centuries had begun.
At the occupied Holy Land the joy had arrived again.
And fear was gone.
Barbarity had clay legs.
And the innovators had learned that.
The people of the New Testament within the desert were looking at the sky to see the path of light of Humanity.
Because they hadn’t kneeled.
Not even with the crimes.
Because Time was with them.