American - September 11,2001 Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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