Still She Sings

Still air stifled by black smoke
struggled under the weight
of unjustifiable loss.
The air heaves solemnly there.

Even now grown men lament
alongside women and children
lost in their September memory.

Tears run their course down the woeful cheek;
passing freely between callused fingers
to form pools of sorrow upon that barren lot
where time stands still.

I remember clearly the day
this world stopped turning;
bitter that morning seized by terror.

I watched as lamenting tears of fellow men
mustered with the blood of the innocent.
Daunting images haunt me in darkened hours
without provocation;
ever perpetuating this sorrow
that casts it's darkness upon me.

However,
this tragedy that shook
the very foundation of humanity,
shall sustain itself
at the edge of retribution's blade.

For all who lament,
lay solace in strife.
Day has not succumbed to the night,
rather night beckons the day to begin.

Our day of reckoning is upon us.
Righteousness fuels the principled storm.
The heavy heart is treasured here,
for the eye of the storm lives within.
Calm eternalizes freedom
while justice rains fire
upon the despondent few.

We mourn yet we live.
The day not forgotten
steadies the hands of democracy.

Freedom dances with sacrifice
on the laden back of Lady Liberty
...and still she sings.

Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2003

Oh, this is beautiful. That you so much for reposting. It brought a tear to my eye. Lovely work.

~Much Love~
Megan