In the Wake of Atrocity

[Jennifer T]

I wrote this after 911 and the subsequent invasion of Iraq. In the wake if what just happened in Orlando and through the words I just wrote to Kenna, I thought maybe I should post this here to express the hurt in my heart.

"If I could fly above the cloud

that spawns the day we see

Id soar to realms untouched by hate

But still I fear Id see

To live amoung the noise and swell

Of tension, strife and pain

Steals from the heart a song of joy

Composing one of rain

That soaks the soul and spirit plies

With force that borders gale

As brothers choose a path of war

And furtive nations rail

To arms! we cry and bring demise

Upon our beaten breast

While in the wake lie youthful dreams

Silenced; laid to rest

We question 'why?' yet choose to live

A way that seems to be

A contradiction to the hope

Borne of prosperity

Our land of freedom, vision fair

That spreads her cupric hands

Who welcomes poor and needy souls

In majesty she stands

But how much blood runs through the folds

Of robes and torch held high

How much life is spent to bear

This beacon in the night?

Why must the hope that bore her thus

At impasse meet such loss

Much as the hope of one so fair

Who hung upon a cross?

In our hearts we cry for love

Yet often lose our sight

Of love thy neighbor as thyself

And do as we deem right.

If I could fly above the cloud

That spreads across these seas

My heart would lift a single prayer

A resounding cry for peace.

Jennifer T, April, 2003

[VickySGV]

Poignant and fitting for the moment, and for time to come.

[Charlize]

Peace and love.

It is at least a dream worth dreaming.

Hugs,

Charlize