Our Presence Will Greatly Attest
As the years and times
will change this bustling city,
once almost invisible to Heaven itself:
we'll remember it as it took the face of death,
giving each other comfort and asking why
anyone would hate so much this nation
to demolish what took years to build with devotion.
Our presence will greatly attest
and send a message so strong and sound
that their ears will not miss;
angels still hover over this sacred place
and stare at it with melancholic faces
to please God with all their will...
they have seen our grief, they know too well
that our sorrow can't be measured.
And the seasons with their days will slip away,
only that memory will remain timeless;
still hear the faint voices of family and friends
wailing in the thick smoke and burning flames,
and as helpless as they are, they continue to pray...
trusting in us and in their Guardian Angels.
Our presence will greatly attest
that we stay firm in our commitment;
another infamy such as this will not be repeated:
we lost too much to be discouraged and intimidated.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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