In this shadow I am humbled
I am gladdened, I am whole
on this spot where concrete crumbled
like the fragments of my soul;
through this resurrected tower
we acknowledge the demise
of our once pretentious power
and the nonexistent prize,
our gleaming spire stabs the sky,
rends darkened clouds above
so we can finally say goodbye
to those we dearly love
their tortured spirits free to chase
a better place beyond
reflections of their former grace
so poignant yet, so fond.
8 comments:
fabulous read ...really flowed well and on such a poignant topic ...thank you so much for sharing x
wow---so inspiring
Very well said
Let's hope never again
For such dread
At the hands of men
That was beautiful. We buried my dad on that day, unrelated to the event, but now forever enmeshed, a confusion of emotions for that day exists for my whole family. I watched events unfolding on TV while in an already vulnerable and saddened state, so the whole 9-11 experience seems even more surreal.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Cleverly thought and beautifully wrought. Bravo.
In my head that was a song - very controlled.
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