Friday, September 11, 2015

Thorns Pierce My Heart

This day thorns pierce my heart
September 11 always stands apart
I need no rose no ribbon to wear
No towering monument at which to stare
Ever present in my memory's eye
Contrail free and ice blue sky
Solemn mood from city to town
As all paused the towers fell down
Mindful journeys I know we espouse
Careful observation of squirrel or mouse
But not today - not in my soul
Worldwide Peace a lofty goal
Even as bombs and governments fall
Hardened hearts hear not the call
Plaintive cries from near and far
Ever more the earth we scar
Ever more lives count for dross
And frozen teardrops mark the loss

~ Ellen Apple 09-11-2015

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