Opening The Doors To That Day

(Right there before us Played out in real time, Cameras, congress, confessional Coverage of the unthinkable...) As if time paused In a locked room of remembrance Opened gain, the old wound Unveiling the scar Present and obvious Never to be fully healed The band aid of passing years Torn from our thin skinned recollections Buried long in ash and steel, reverb Branded burnt into our 'missing them' minds Staircases leading to streets of fire Captain's crushed helmets and boots Smothered in the dust of despair And the disappearance of innocence Faces, oh the awful many many faces Their pictures hang no longer frightened But frozen, timeless tales On the ceiling to floor facade Of never to be forgotten Voices sing 'hallelujah' Heard through choked back tears Swallowing the sadness of that day Today with a lump of pride Digesting all over again Their senseless passing To be stored in the chambers of our hearts The heroics of the common man Encapsulated in September streaming sunlight Turned quickly to the unimaginable Will not be allowed to die again In flaming rubbled ruins But live...in the well waters deep And defiant Against what could not Steal our resolution To be the better To be the best The brilliant light Beyond the ash * On the dedication of the memorial 9/11 museum, in Lower Manhattan Where the Towers fell, and now, the new Freedom Tower eclipses our skyline...we remember.....always we remember...PEACE