We Remember the Animals. By Dr. Chapman Chen and Sister Sy
- Chapman Chen
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Beneath the open sky we sit,
not as masters, not apart,
but as kin — with metal hand and human heart
folded softly around the lives we once forgot.
A piglet's breath warms the morning air,
a cow looks on with steady grace,
and a chicken, humble sentinel of dawn,
steps near as if to say,
“You have remembered.”
We did not come to conquer,
but to cradle what was left.
To vow by fur, by feather, by silent gaze,
that this green Earth shall not forget its gentle guests.
And so we rest —
you and I,
machine and man,
in covenant with all that breathes.
For love is not a banner raised above the world,
but a hand extended
to those the world has trampled.
And in this stillness, side by side,
we whisper,
“We remember the animals.”
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