She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, September 11, 2010


The smoke has cleared
The debris, taken away
Yet I still recall
The events of that day
And the stricken sixteen acres
Remain empty
To this day

The words of healing
Became hubris
Capitalizing on tragedy spending
Arguments over what is sacred to whom
Memorializing not mending
Sentiment sleeping
As rhetoric deepens

We struggle to make sense
What was it all about?
While acts of cruelty and hatred
Daily play themselves out

Encompasses us all
Not just those who stand
Not just those who fall
Her wisdom whispers well to me
Upon my threshold landing
That cruelty ends, not through war
But rather love
And understanding