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The Flame Inside Our Hearts

09/10/19

Flame consumes

Flame destroys

Flame burns the flesh.

 

You ran

Into the epicenter

Into the vortex of fire

Of hell on earth.

 

Fighting fire with the fire of your love

You ran towards the flame

Even though it might consume you.

You saved the innocent

As even you were not saved.

 

Flame explodes

Flame spreads

Flame smolders.

 

You worked the Pile

Inhaled the smoke

That rose like spirits into the sky

Seeking any that fire had not consumed.

 

Like fingers across time

The flame that once smoldered

Reaches out and engulfs you

Snuffing out your life.

 

Flame warms

Flame lights the way

A metaphor for love.

We remember you fallen by fire.

We remember you consumed by smoke.

We fight for you the living

Because of the flame of love burning in our hearts.

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We are quickly approaching the 18th anniversary of 9/11. This poem was written in memory of all the first responders and individuals who rushed to Ground Zero on that day and died. And for those who died years later from 9/11 related illnesses. 

Their spirits rise like the smoke in the pit.

Like the wind swept Twin Tower’s ashes on 9/11

Their remains are scattered in graves across the nation.

Their memories impaled forever in loved ones hearts

Like the particles that rained down from above that day.

 

They were there and saved lives

In heroic acts of physical strength and bravery.

They ran to the epicenter like moths to a flame

To save the innocent from the devil’s inferno

Caring not that death could be their reward.

 

Some died in an instant.

Some died saving lives.

Some came out alive

Only to face a slow and painful death later.

 

They never asked to be heroes.

They were only doing their jobs.

They were examples of humanity’s

Greatness in time of tragedy.

 

As the years march on

They are remembered

By loved ones and

A few memorials here and there.

 

The sacred ground that was their battlefield

Was rebuilt with a memorial remembering the Twin Tower’s dead.

The names of these first responders appear nowhere.

But heroes never die…

 

As long as one person remembers them they shall live on,

A flame burning brightly in human hearts.

And those still lingering on the doorstep of death

Will remind us, the living, more strongly than a monument

Chiseled with names, the sacrifices they once made.

 

The Sentinel

Like an oak from an acorn it grew

Higher and higher until it towers over its sisters.

A giant among the giants

That stand guarding this sacred ground.

 

It speaks silent words in the night

That only those who have lost deeply can hear.

Words that fall on ears

Like water drops tumbling into a bottomless pool.

 

The sun glints off its skin

At night, lights capture its ethereal presence.

Standing tall through all watches,

A modern Greek Colossus tasked with protecting lost souls.

 

From whence did you come

You rascacielo – scraper of the sky?

From memories of the twins,

Their legacy of which you are tasked to carry on.

 

Watch over us, mighty one,

Sentinel of all that is holy and hallowed below.

Let your strength be our strength

As we walk beneath you through the coming years.

 

You are WTC 1, half of what once was.

You embody our dreams, hopes and fears for a future not yet formed.

You stand as a testament that we will never forget.

You are the Freedom Tower, 1776 feet of steel and glistening glass.

09/18/12 – Leona M Seufert