In Memory of a Loss

A dark shadow consumes
all in its wake
It cannot give
what it doesn’t have

Nothing gives nothing
blackness gives no light
Hate, a wrangled tree with
the fruit of violence,
cannot give sweet fruit
of kindness, grace

A shadow drapes
over the innocent and aware
a nation questions
a world wonders

the propensity in man
to dream or destroy
to love or hate

we all have a choice

Shadows of memories
stand where steel crumbled
and heroes sang

and a nation cried

Memories are all that
some people have of
their good-byes which
nobody knew were their
last goodbyes

Daughters and sons,
fathers and mothers,
the left behind still cry

Wounds in healing stitches
but each year memory
bleeds through a painted patch

We all carry a wound
from 9/11 or
pick-your- date-of-a-devastation
that will not be forgotten

Wounds continue, each day
with words and hatred from
souls alone and lashing

out to other human beings
in homes, streets, schools,
next door and across the sea

We are a nation, a world,
a people, alike, still crying,
still wounded, still seeking

meaning, truth, purpose,
with the same red blood,
our hearts bleed for belonging

When Love cries out
in earnest, calling
through each tragedy
to seek a better way,

I dream of the day
when a fire burns
that consumes the hate

when finally we learn
what it means to live
what it means to love.

***

(Linking with d’Verse Poets, where today poets share their words of mourning and survival)
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21 thoughts on “In Memory of a Loss

  1. We have all been hurt by someone or by some tragedy, but we must go on loving and living regardless of what was done to us. We ask but how can I forgive? This was too dreadful to accept?
    We do not want to forgive those who acted in violence and anger even hatred! But then we remember that Jesus was willing to die even for that terrible un-forgivable person who has done this wrong. Lord help me to draw from your forgiveness, because I have little left to forgive on my own.

  2. very nice…yes i think this did affect the world as a whole and for a bit brought us together…though i wish it would have carried further…it is time to stop throwing rocks and really come together…

  3. I dream of the day
    when a fire burns
    that consumes the hate

    when finally we learn
    what it means to live
    what it means to love

    I have been dreaming of this since 1969. All I can do is teach love to my child and give of my heart to those in need. Great poem!

  4. Memories are all that
    some people have of
    their good-byes which
    nobody knew were their
    last goodbyes

    Oh, to live in a constant of awareness of potential last goodbyes, loving each other and building up, not tearing down.

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