Today being the 10 year anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center, I thought I should post a poem that I wrote about it. I love this country and I love its people. The human spirit, at its best, is the finest indicator that divinity exists in this universe.
despite the down
rays
of sunlight
dance dapple twinkle twist
up and up and up
despite the down
glittering brilliance
the path before
dances dapples twinkles twists
and still it stands tall
despite the down
slivers and speckles
crashes and dust
dance dapple twinkle twist
yet unconquered it stands
despite the down
in smoke and trembles
it finds the way
that dances dapples twinkles twists
not by grief’s burden bent
but in freedom’s yoke alive