September 11, 2001by Robert Spencer Knotts Why? They shattered our glass sky, and three thousand human shards tumbled through holes made in jetcraft silhouettes. Did you see them disappear? Did you ask the question? Not for Jesus or Abraham this time. Not for the swastika, the rising sun or even the crescent moon. You may not like the answer. But if you would look, turn inward. Find the hovel where all your secret rage demands explanations. Find the streetcorner where all your hidden self-contempt begs for revenge. Find the cave where all your private fears grovel for redemption. Try then, if you can, to imagine this cacophony of desperation without respite or reprieve, listening always to those morning prayers and evening exhortations, a permanent dissonance with all silence, all peace denied, long denied, too long denied. Until now. _______________________________________________________________ (Copyright (c) 2002, Robert Spencer Knotts. All rights reserved) |
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