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A holy day: September 11


You said: always

I will be with you.

I love you.

And then the towers melted,

And the levees broke,

And death pushed our faces

into the mud and ashes,

so deep we could not even

gasp a prayer.

The promise trembled.

Our shoes left behind as we ran

across the broken bridges,

our feet naked

and tender,

bleeding as we clawed past

fear.

What savage grace

that tears out old hearts!

What bloody life

that beats new in your hands!

You said:

I will show you how.

I will give my own body to you.

I will hang and cry out to save you

from despair,

from being unloved.

I am here.


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