There is an open expanse within my heart, a vista, within which creatures live in freedom, that when I am at rest, in the peace of an iron will to pray, I begin to see and to feel within my chest. There are lights, stars, beyond imagination, battle ready mythic creatures, warriors, and even demons of meaningless substance. Yet, above all, in my heart one thing most prominent is the falcon that flies and soars in victorious flight across time and oceans, and lands above which he traversed and overtook in ascending flight. I behold him, I feel him, a glory, an inspiration, as he gives life to my being, vigor to my bones, strength to my limbs, vision to my inner mind, to be one with God, and to reign, in the peace of a heart at rest, in the strength of a will that falters not and doth not cease its determined aerial ascent, yet as in winged flight outstretched above all and beyond the unimagined.