In Three Winds They Rise A Trilogy Poem in Tribute to the Souls of Flight 17 - June 2025!
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Poetry Form Description: "Trilogy Poetry" has three entities. Its essential thesis symbolizes integration, cooperation, and inspiration. Second, it’s written in a regular sonnet form of 14 lines or an extended sonnet form of 24 lines like a Claudette Sonnet. Third, the thesis relates to three entities of either: a person, place, or thin, or a combination of all three. It was invented by Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr, on June 19, 2020, while studying English literature, creative writing, African Diaspora, Japanese linguistics, and Greek mythology, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee.
The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May they rest peacefully in God’s kingdom, and may He dry the salty tears, and erased the heartaches of their remaining and loving family members, friends, and loved ones.
I have written a Trilogy Poem to commemorate and remember them reflecting God’s grace to their family members, loved ones, friends, and associates. These situations are never easy to fathom, accept, grief about, or remember. May God’s richest grace and blessings rest and abide with each of you, your loved ones, and family members until eternity!
In Three Winds They Rise
A Trilogy Poem in Tribute to the Souls of Flight 17 - June 2025!
I. The Silence Before:
The sky, it held its breath that day,
no warning sang, no wings betrayed—
just echoes of a thousand dreams
still packed inside a cabin's seams.
Some reached to call, some kissed the light,
and then —
the fall.
The hush of dawn could not undo
what humanity had flown into.
II. The Names We Whisper:
We gather now, with hands and flame,
each soul remembered, each with name.
The uncle, daughter, child, or friend—
whose lives began where theirs would end.
We hold their laughter in the breeze,
in dusk,
in prayer.
With seatbelt fastened memory tight—
yet still they rise in candlelight.
III. The Spirit’s Return:
But grief is not the end of love—
for wings are gifted from above.
We see them dance in monsoon rain,
we feel them walk through loss and pain.
And when the night is deep and wide,
they speak—
within.
Not gone, but flown to higher skies,
in three winds now —
they rise.
Dedication: This poem is lovingly dedicated
to all the souls aboard Flight 171 —
those who soared with dreams,
departed with grace,
and now rest among the stars.
May their memories be eternal,
their spirits be lifted,
and their legacy live on
in the hearts of those who remember.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. All Rights Reserved (Epulaeryu Master), June 15, 2025.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2025
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