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September 11th: A Poem 

 Might it be, as my mother said to me on this ugly, sinful day,

That the world is on its last go-round?

Hijacked wild birds strip the sky of its innocent morning breath

Steel towers crumple like playing cards on an uneven metal table

Unrehearsed screams we dare not hear leap from windows

Into the open, bottomless palms of God

I cannot stand to watch life reduce

Itself to powdery dust and soot lathering the devil’s inflamed mouth

But I am fixated on the television anyhow:

Is this what slavery was like?

Is this what the holocaust was like?

Is this what famine is like?

Is this what war is like?

Is this how you felt, dear mother, when King and the two Kennedys were killed?

I want to stitch up the sky, deny humans the right to fly

Cry until my tears have washed hatred

From the mildewed underarms of history

And I want to say to the firemen

Ah, yes, the firemen:

Your husband, your father, your brother, your uncle, your friend

Thank you for speeding to the end of

Your time and thank you for showing us that

Courage is a soul so unselfish it would

Scale a collapsing building to liberate a stranger

Even as your blood relatives wonder if you are alive — 

From the remains of this madness

I detect a heartbeat called life

From the remains of this madness

I smell an aroma called love

From the remains of this madness

I embrace a body called humanity

From the remains of this madness

I construct a dream called hope

From the remains of this madness

I will ride the wings of the deceased

Into the clouds, scribble their names on the sun

Erect a memorial to the moon, chant the blues

For New York City, then resurrect a world

Where a new-born rose will jut through the broken concrete.

 Kevin Powell  2001

From the remains and the memory of September 11th, have YOU embraced a body called humanity and constructed a dream called hope?

AS DIFFICULT AS LIFE OFTEN SEEMS, I KNOW GOD IS AT WORK, SO I SMILE!

I think YOU will enjoy listening to my reading of this Poem. Just click on the White Triangle of the Podcast…..

YOU can help me to Work for God! Please RSVP and Register today for our Virtual Event on September 16th at 7:00 PM CST.   www.foodforthepoor.org/buildingdreams.  The people in Haiti and especially the students need YOU to help put a smile on their faces! I believe you will enjoy hearing from baseball Hall of Famer, Andre Dawson at the Virtual Event!

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