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In a Capsule
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In a Capsule |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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In a Capsule That bleak September day was when my spirit soared away To a darker place where heavens turned a sultry, stagnant gray It stood within the rising dust and reached to muffled cries Touching spirits of the dead, embracing spirits of the live And my soul heard hurried voices of the victims calling home To echo out a love that lingered in a telephone For the seconds that remained were the essence of the two In a capsule of remembrance that the both so fondly knew Then my spirit saw a girl in the cloud of no return Unaware her youthful life had taken one more subtle turn She smiled sweetly as she walked back into charred debris In a vision that made quakes of fear reverberate in me My fragile heart was torn for the deed that had been done And for those dear ones who walked with grace into the destined sun For the children were my daughters and my fathers were the men Who were buried in the towers that would never rise again My tears were in the water sprays that doused the lingering flame My voice was in a siren calling out a crumbled name My blood flowed into rhythms of a firefighter’s chest And in veins of family members who had sought a hopeful quest Then my spirit in the dust turned and said these words to me There’s a man who thought the tower’s doom was Babel’s destiny He underestimated love, he misunderstood the strength Of a land of many languages that fringe our borders length For his horrid deed‘s a testament to terror and to hate And our union is a power which nobody should berate He has brought together spirits congregated at this sight Keeping vigil o’er destruction and man’s courage in the fight In the early dawning hours, with my joy of heart deplete There were flags on every mailbox lining every city street There were prayers for fallen brothers, there were cries of liberty And all eyes were gazing toward the east beyond a distant sea To a web of self destruction, to the hour of might or must When a bearded man from tower’s height will fall into the dust To the day when we have put to rest a name that rings so clear When our classroom will not empty out ofterrorism’s fear We’re a land of many languages, from distances we plod And we never needed towers to reach toward the hand of God For His hand is reaching down to us, we only need take hold When we see twin towers of agony have turned to streets of gold In a place in New York City is a spot of level ground Where my spirit witnessed hatred and where love is sweetly found Elizabeth Santos |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I will keep this one in my favorites time capsule. Thank you for such a beautiful look at such a tragic event. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz You speak of this with power, wisdom and grace...and I am moved, as always, by your ability to make with words, your heart's place. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Midnitesun, I am honored that you would keep my poem, I am glad it touched you in some way. Thank you Martie,Your words and thoughts are very warming. I appreciate your comments more than you know Thanks Liz |
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Muys Member
since 2002-04-06
Posts 389The Netherlands |
Dear Elizabeth Santos Your nice poem touch my heart, every time sombody wrote a lettre about Septembre.we never fergot  Muysps I hope I have you understand? Please tell my, yuor old friend Muys |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
A beautifully written tribute to those who lost their lives at the World Trade Center on Sept. 11.... Its so hard to believe that its been almost a year...  ~ hugs and tearsLyra |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Elizabeth, this a truly heart-wrenching piece of work, well done, and going into my library. Chris |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Muys, I understood perfectly every word and every thought in your heart. Thank you for reading my poem and for responding with your kind comments I hope you had a wonderful birthday I hope Titia enjoys Pennsylvania LOve Liz Lyra, yes how swiftly time passes. It has been a year a flags still fly on the mailboxes here on my street. THanks for you words. You wrote the most amazing poem about pain. It still echoes in my ears Take care Niteshade, I am so warmed when someone saves a poem, for I know that it has touched you THanks Liz |
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