A poem about loss, anger, healing, never shared before.

Written back on the 1st anniversary of the September 11, 2001 WTC disaster:

Remembrance in New York

Twin Towers of light
in wistful white
shine up against the shrouds
of twilight clouds.

Twin Towers of light
stab the night,
Tears blur my eyes
I search the skies.

Twin Towers of light
unveil this sight,
lost faces from the past
At peace at last.

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Peace be with you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2002, 2011
Copyright 2002