Thank you all.
I am comforted to hear your voices,
To see your bewildered faces
Making sense, finding meaning.

Thank you for holding the whole circle,
that includes the "other"
Thank your remembering their history,
their stories, their the meaning.

It is ours.

As towers tumble, so does illusion
that we are any more safe, any more precious, any more sacred
Than those who no longer have safe water in Iraq
or who watch their beloved ones whither with AIDs

We look into the face of pain
and hold one another.


Cesca

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