Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Journals and September 11

12 years ago today a terrible tragedy happened. I don't know about you, but this morning I spent some time being silent and thinking about those who died that day.

Photo by: hankplank, courtesy of Flickr

I went back to my journal to see what I'd written.

A poem.

Winter Ash
In the midst of the darkness
they walked
seeing no one
the dust from the explosion
thick and unyielding
their eyes blinded
a death walk of some kind
Whited cheeks
dusty clothes and hair
they grieved
Hours later
the dust still gathered
around their fingernails
Winter ash
felt its way through buildings
plundered, people killed
a mark of death
And yet
fingers clutched and held
spoke words of help
of love
In the heavens there was one
who watched
who grieved
who reached through the clouds
to all who could hear
and see


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