Feature 23 - December 24, 2002
tragic, heartbreaking, the multitudes so dear.
Horrified, I probed the deepest hollows of my soul;
"Oh God," I cried out; unaware of the grevious toll.
I wept, I prayed, as never before;
I ached to reach out, to touch and much more.
I love each one gone, each one left behind;
beseeching the heavens, priorities redesigned.
"Precious child, I too, weep today.
Fall on your knees, my beloved, and pray.
My arms hold your loved ones, close to my breast.
America, cry out, I'll do the rest."