PHOENIX RISING
September 11th Aftermath
In one moment of such monumental terror,
time stands still and silent,
buried beneath the smoke and ash.
We wrestle with the darkness and the fear
that such blatant evil brings to mind,
as the images roll across our TV screens.
Our nation's vulnerability has been stretched
beyond reason but not repair.
The symbolisms of our freedom
and our basic sense of safety
were torn right out from under
where the sun shone
brightly on this quiet
September day.
Leaving behind shadows and burdens
that will haunt us for many ages to come.
Tomorrow will bring it's own misery and mourning,
as surely as the sun will rise again.
I don't know the people who died today,
but I can share this sorrow and the loss
from those gone suddenly and recently from my life.
The grief I feel is almost palatable in the air,
as a solitary fighter jet circles the mountain named in song
because America is beautiful.
Death is the great leveler, the heavy cross,
the reminder that each day counts.
But from the smoke and ash we do rise up
to meet what comes. A fiery promise
born on the wings of this earthly matter.
Even these silent tears are good for one thing.
They remind us that we are still human, and
that we can love like a Phoenix rising.
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- Mountain Poet
September 11, 2001 - 3:00 PM MST
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