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by Joy Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #510642
September 11... A year later...
Last month, I strolled around in New York City
and watched Times Square roll with joy again.
I sank, then collapsed inside, feeling the pain
of the slabs, the crumbled stone, and steel.

I don't know why some play a deadly game
for their blinded idols who value only the dark,
but I have grown weary, shattered, repulsed
by their bayonets, box-cutters, devilish deeds.

Yet, I know, like a sun, I can rise above this
to dazzle the hearts, to embrace reed-flutes of peace
to charm a dream, to capture the starving fields
and bare trees, to nurture the earth through my love.

For I love how the dawn turns the bland sand
into crystals of light, tinged in hyacinth hues.
For I love to soothe the hurts, to console the souls,
to heal with kindness, to dote with delight.

For I love to build bridges and to feed children.
For I love every man, nation, race, or creed.
For I love how the wind is soaring inside
the song of the tide, at the beginning of this new day.





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