To Dare to Brush the Sky

January 28, 2012
The sun rebounds off the windows of a thousand buildings that scrape the sky.
The reflecting glimmer is a spectrum of magnificent beauty to all who pass by.
Blinding, Pure--Piercing the heart of Truth.

The glimmer ceases at a place of hallowed ground
Where the sunbeams descend in rays to show what isn't, but was.
We are reminded of the two tall towers that dared to brush against the sky.

We are reminded of the fire that ravaged the structure,
An orange fiend that never tired.

We are reminded of the hopeless,
The bodies floating through the air like parachutes.

We are reminded of the two planes
That brought buildings to their knees.

All for the crime of daring to be one with the clouds.

We are reminded of the once stable structures falling,
Crumbling in on themselves.
The panic as the public ran,
The silence that followed.
The ash that fell like snow.

Then came the Light.
Heroes dressed in yellow broke onto the battlefield like a rushing stream.
They gave more than they had.
They saw more than they could hold.

Some didn't make it.
All were heroes.

343 firefighters and paramedics died saving lives.
2,819 civilians were murdered.
2 planes ripped giants from the sky.
8:45 a.m.
September 11th, 2001

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ShirleyRKleiner said...
Feb. 11, 2012 at 8:42 pm
Hi, this is a comment by the author: I apologize about the formatting, when published many of my lines were too long, and were therefore separated. I hope you can see how it should have been. This is quite frustrating to me because it is not the way I would like for it to be presented.
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