Oh dear lord,
the rain has been fearsome
for one who thought he had seen
the worst
when the body count meant five or six.
The skies rained people
not rock or burning hail
and oh what those eyes have seen,
and oh what that heart felt
and bled
because you wanted
to save one,
just one.
You are reeling and raw
and your brain can't forget
those pictures
from when you went
on auto pilot
clawing like a dog
at rubble hoping---
praying with the deep of your soul
that one---
just one would escape.
You thought that was your reason,
and forget
that you gave hope
to those of us
who waited and watched and prayed,
that the sight you
your brothers and sisters
working through the night
gave us back some humanity
some hope,
and belief.
You did not fail,
though that is what you believe.
You succeeded in giving life
to the living,
and now you must heal
from the cost you paid unstinting.
Sleep hero---
do not dream
of those who fell,
do not search for the faces,
rest now,
knowing this was the worst
that you will ever know.
It is time for the healer
to be healed.
(This was written to honor those who served with distinction at WTC, and in the crash a few weeks later.
For those who were lost, Requiem In Pacem...)
the rain has been fearsome
for one who thought he had seen
the worst
when the body count meant five or six.
The skies rained people
not rock or burning hail
and oh what those eyes have seen,
and oh what that heart felt
and bled
because you wanted
to save one,
just one.
You are reeling and raw
and your brain can't forget
those pictures
from when you went
on auto pilot
clawing like a dog
at rubble hoping---
praying with the deep of your soul
that one---
just one would escape.
You thought that was your reason,
and forget
that you gave hope
to those of us
who waited and watched and prayed,
that the sight you
your brothers and sisters
working through the night
gave us back some humanity
some hope,
and belief.
You did not fail,
though that is what you believe.
You succeeded in giving life
to the living,
and now you must heal
from the cost you paid unstinting.
Sleep hero---
do not dream
of those who fell,
do not search for the faces,
rest now,
knowing this was the worst
that you will ever know.
It is time for the healer
to be healed.
(This was written to honor those who served with distinction at WTC, and in the crash a few weeks later.
For those who were lost, Requiem In Pacem...)




