Exerpt from Our 2001 Christmas Poem
Sunday, 9-9, Rehobeth Beach.
Great earth mother lapping
At our feet, her pups
Come home for a bath.
Our souls refreshed by the sea,
We gave no care or thought
Of what hell would be
Wrought in this land come 9-11.
Bright morning sun, a drive
In the park, a stop, a search,
Anger in a Ranger’s eyes,
Hints, then finally the news.
American Babel,
Now ashes and rubble.
Divine will? How ill I become
At such a thought.
On 9-11, the God Who Is One
Surely sighed and trembled
And cried for what those
Misguided children had done.
For those of you who are familiar with the at times raunchy, often side-splitting satire of The Onion, in one of their most profound moments, they addressed the 9-11 attacks, and inspired this poet, thusly (caution: the Almighty has a bit of a potty mouth): http://www.theonion.com/articles/god-angrily-clarifies-dont-kill-rule,222/
1 comment:
Enduring and profound poem...it speaks to us all, the words touch our hearts. It was such a tragedy, a culmination of evil and madness, that resulted in so much devastation. And, yes, too often our minds are misguided.
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