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Click onto the candle to hear Sarah McLachlan sing "Angel."
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The National 9/11 Memorial, New York City, Pentagon 9/11 Memorial, and Flight 93 Memorial
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)
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The National 9/11 Memorial, New York City, Pentagon 9/11 Memorial, and Flight 93 Memorial
I wrote this poem the afternoon of September 11, 2001 in Danbury, CT, 65 miles north of the devastating scene unfolding in New York City, yet close enough to know that the same clouds passing right above me just passed over that horror. The wispy clouds almost looked like angels floating above and away from the madness below. No planes crossed the sky above, only silence… except for the industry of nature.
September 11, 2001
Bellowing clouds of madness
devour cavernous streets
filled with masses
seeking freedom
from a spumous potion of death.
Silent plumes in an azure sky,
Blessed by the whispers
of three thousand Angels,
newly formed and dancing,
mollify this tableau of horror.
of three thousand Angels,
newly formed and dancing,
mollify this tableau of horror.
As evening approaches,
silent stars fill the night firmament.
No airplanes fly in this night sky.
Delicate crickets chirp; katydids begin to sing.
Strong airy wings of a soaring bird reveal
a Love that can never die...
Freedom prevails.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos 2001
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)
