A CLOUD OF GRIEF
A cloud of grief appalls our souls and fouls the air.
A touch of evil hides itself in the smoke of deep despair.
Heroes, some standing, some struck down by secret plans.
Giving, gave, laying their lives into our public hands.
Weary warriors move a mountain with handfuls of debris.
Rubble soup of industry mingled with the decay of memories.
Loss made clear by the light of day, attended by a cloud of grief.
Lost the gift of future dreams, a loss of peaceful relief.
Prayers push the envelope of heaven giving vision for our eyes.
Causing our hopes to soar and the cloud of grief to rise.
Measured madness cannot sway spirits like tall sentinels cast down.
Emotions entombed for a season, return soon to make a forceful sound.
Time will see the cloud of grief give way, the first battle won.
The love of God reaching, with rays like the morning sun.
Contact made, inside deep, making sorrow shadows bright.
A healing journey begins, with one step into His light.
In memory of the tragic day 9/11/2001
By Jay Cookingham 9/18/2001 Copyrighted 2001