New York 9/11/01

Eerie, in their deathly dance, surreal

in flowing shrouds. Monoliths, their lives repealed

bled black high in the clouds. Then tombs that burned

awaited turns, to carry their souls to field.

In time they rained their grace on earth, returned

from whence they came. Back to dust, unearned

unjust, straight down in final flame. Amassed

in hell, interred they fell; grief for all concerned.

Gone from view but not from sight, they passed

from life to after. Their memories will last

beyond this moment of disaster. Tested

we remain intact, in a world that is recast

Belief refused no rules to use, we are in deep distress;

Empty skies, fill our eyes and will until our rest.

©2001Isaacson

TO SEE THIS DAY

That I should live to see this day,

when skies rain dead and death.

Not believe what fills my eyes

and takes away my breath.

That I should view those souls withdrawn

long before their time

and helpless be, as I did see

and wish that I was blind.

That I should hear what I should not;

To know we now are one.

And be the voice for silenced tongues

Whose time on earth is done.

That I should still see what is gone,

the monoliths once proud

The hosts of lives, housed in the skies

become as dust from clouds.

Tells me they are speaking now,

Imploring in their pain.

Remove this horror from the world

That they not die in vain.

Bringing me a burdened heart

And test of my resolve.

Their torch is mine to carry on:

A better world evolve.

©2001Isaacson

TOMORROWS

Day After day we watch them dig

and find no words to say.

On TV screens we see the scenes

that time won’t take away.

And in that place of smoke and dust

We’re all interred together.

Souls in flight and those that grieve,

at the doorway to forever.

Thrust into eternity

a part of us is gone.

To consecrate their memory

we now must carry on

We raise our eyes to azure skies

and feel the warming sun

Though hearts are cold and young are old

we pray His will be done.

We bow our heads hold on to threads

of lives that once we knew.

Ask the questions without answers

search within ourselves for truths

Light a candle in the darkness

do whatever that we can.

See a world alight with purpose

know we’re players in His plan

Say a prayer for those before us and

one for those who’ll fall

We must stand together surely

as we heed this clarion call.

We must fight for our tomorrows if

we want them to be free.

There is no one left to stand up so,

it’s up to you and me

©2001Isaacson

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