Thinking of better ways to spend my days,
and more productive outlets for my creative energy,
should be always at the top of my list of things to do.

Like so many others with similar stories
I seem to dream without motion.
Stills that flash across my complacent mind.
Frozen images that serve to move me temporarily.

Sitting and staring at a night sky or the
blinding glare of a sunlit afternoon.
Buildings rise and fall in seconds
as I seek immortality.

Glory of the highest order,
the adoration and praise of a nation.
All bought without a single drop of sweat.

Is the fear of failure
so intrinsic to who I am that I am doomed
to walk this line of mediocrity
until the day I die?

Will it be me that sits against the wall
without a clue as to how a lifetime could have
slipped through my fingers like so much sand
on a crowded beach?

I will say it again,
and again I will turn away from the
visions of what my life could be.

I dream in still flashes of brillant moments.
Maybe one day I'll have a flash of brillant motion that might propell me
forward into a new era of acheivement, risk and success.

Until that day I shall wonder,
is it my fate that dooms me or merely a will to accept fate.

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.