Sept.11, 2001
Moments of clarity amidst the fog of tragedy...
I remember you saying last year
She’s gone
(I hardly knew her, but mourned her with you)
He never woke-up,
and one January,
He just slipped away
leaving only a confused body behind him.
All so alive
And not nearly old enough to leave...
And I realize that
This is just a season
of mortality
In our eternal lives.
I look at the images
of children I love
and hunger to hold them
And make all the world right for them.
And I listen to the sky
Waiting for the wails and screams
to be brought by the wind to me
But what I hear instead
is the silence of the Universal Voice
SINGING
YOU ARE BLESS-ED
