TRIBUTE IN LIGHT
(A way to heal)
(A way to heal)
And on the eleventh day of the ninth month,
Mayhem came calling in the garb of terror,
Leaving in its wake, the trail of tragedy,
Lost lives and limbs and ways of living,
Collapsed and buried with the twin towers,
Many hearts broken, many lives changed,
And where once stood gigantic structures,
Lay remnants and debris that became Ground Zero.
And six months gone, like six days past,
From the ruins now rise two towers of light,
Two beacons of hope, two columns of comfort,
United beams of radiant light across the East river,
Piercing the nighttime sky far into the ethers,
A sight to behold, visible from miles around,
Illuminating with cheers, the burdened city of York
And once again, rays of hope return to liberty town.
And Ground Zero becomes the Ground of Light,
As twin beams of blue light shine into the night,
Beckoning on all passing souls to ride the current,
Inviting the angels to come welcome them home.
For thirty-two nights at least, the light will shine,
But beyond the light, will last the sustaining current,
And despite mortality, the immortal shall ascend
The radiant ethers, a gift of love, a tribute in light.
Oliver Mbamara, Esq.
© 2002
© 2002
