Nike: Bird Goddess of PEACE, RESTORATION, AND VICTORY

Nike, bearer of wreath and wind,

bend your flight toward us.

Let the olive grow again in ruined courtyards,

let the quiet be stronger than thunder, and bombs; 

And let the world remember

that the greatest victory

is the one in which

no one must fall.

The earth is tired of armaments, arguments, and

tired of maps redrawn by rocket fire.

Cities breathe in broken rhythms,

fields remember the weight of marching boots.

If Nike, the bird goddess,  still has wings,

let her carry something gentler:

a hand unclenched,

a wall becoming an entryway, 

a road where armies once passed

now filling with children and market voices.

Teach us the harder triumph—

not the moment of defeat

but the long courage of repair:

stones lifted back into houses,

speaking without fear,

rivers running clear of ash.

Nike, bearer of wreath and wind,

bend your flight toward us.