Accentuating a vast silence of furtive purposes - life has <br />pivoted - changed - turned inside out. <br />No one afraid anymore to mention God's name, prayerfully - hopefully - anticipating miracles to arise from New York's <br />ashes. <br />Left alone, standing against a backdrop of an American flag, choking us, as tears swell in our eyes. <br />Life has been challenged in a major way - how do we deal <br />with it? <br />Americans - our own - used to kill many in the trade towers, pentagon and a Pennsylvania field. <br />Who could do such a dastardly deed and not feel only shame? <br />There is no honor or glory in mass murder - all honor goes to victims, firefighters, police and rescue workers attempting <br />to save everyone they can. <br />New York's disaster is on a grand scale, yet personal to <br />every one of us living in America.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/american-september-11-2001/
