A deepening quiet within, expanded, encompassing the
world as the Iraqi war began.
Silence falling upon we Americans, as we sit and
watch our televisions giving spattered, incomplete
accounts of what is going on beyond our scope and
reach.
Scrunched inside ourselves, afraid if we take our
eyes off the screen, something will happen to our
troops.
Wishing to tangibly reach out and hug these young
people fighting this war, knowing we cannot, pulls
at our heart strings, causing tears to spill out,
not caring who sees our sorrow.
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