Twelve months and countless tears
the memorials, the plagues
the walls adorned with images
real and imagined.

Television takes us each day closer
to so called "Ground Zero" code for
hallowed ground where many died.

We applaud their memories as hero's
chosen at random and martyed without
deference to their calling.

Children wonder why beloved parents
have not returned. Husbands and wives
gone in the shattering crash of steel and concrete.

Words no longer hold the meaning of that tragic morning
in September. The ironic significance of 911 is almost too
cryptic to ignore.

In a field where weeds grow free
an iron bird was brought down in a flaming heap
leaving only the dramatic hole in the earth
the only evidence that history passed through.

In another city the heart
of a nation's defense lies ripped apart like so much paper mache'.

A nation's heart swells with pride as a people
mourns a collective death. The loss of so many so
fast numbs the mind.

Dear Lord as we pass through
these dark days where our spirit is
tested daily help us to keep sight of
our reason for living.

Help us to remember that
your love transends the bitter
occurances that so color our earthly
realm.

We pray that our brothers and sisters
have found peace.