Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Why is this a day like no other?
On this day we remember:
The destitute longing to act
Across the barrier of distance
In the rippling of diabolical choices,
Confusion, anger, agony, and resolve,
Courage – desperately calm,
Quietly reckless courage,
We expected transformation,
Our passions were manipulated,
The sacred truth was desecrated,
Liberty was regulated.
For righteous vengeance
We were given guilt
Meant to mitigate a healthy hate.
We instant, just add water Christians,
That hidden roots grow deep
In leafless, fruitless winter,
That metamorphosis means a cocoon,
And resurrection needs a tomb.
The darkness is upon us and we sleep
To rise at break of day
And wash away the iniquity
In hope and holiness, and love.