September 11, 2018
What are we remembering?
Is it all covered in smoke-
Like the great city did less than two decades ago…
What are we feeling?
Is it a sorrow that was never properly mourned?
Business as usual?
Today where I stand
Clouds have hovered low and gray
A full day without the sun
But not a drop of rain
Some would say:
“What about the tragedy of those ships long ago?”
But we made peace with those who hurt us (and whom we hurt
ten times worse) since that century…
But this century’s enemy…this Dragon was born of a broken
promise from the last.
The Dragon hides her identity behind the names of others
And while the Dragon has searched for just a drop of water
to cool her tongue
All nations have gathered to lock the wells
This made the Dragon take desperate action
But still no water was given
And so the Dragon grew in fierceness…
When will we learn Faithfulness ?
When will we let Kindness be our crown
And Peace be our shoes?
For even a saving grace greeted those He loved with
“Salaam alikum”!
While Horror screams for
attention
Mercy quietly cries in the corner
Pleading for Forgiveness and Compassion
To be the leaders of our choices.
A cry for help is heard
Weapons were given as gifts
When all was needed
Was the gift of time and
understanding.
If such grace filled gifts were given
Perhaps the dragon could finally be relieved of her scales
For this is not who she is
Deep in her soul-
If she could be given a taste of the living water
And trust not in the hearts of the old ruins
But in the Rock that forever stands-
She knows she is:
A Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
Of fires she and others made
Together through their lies and hate for one another-
Once this Phoenix is free she will not use her fire to lash
out at those who deprived her
But will use it to Fly
Above the pain
And be a reminder to all
To look Beyond the Days of hurt
And live for the hope that dwells
On the narrow paths
For the wide paths were made by the days of old
When the Dragon was born and the Phoenix forgotten
