3rd Place 2003 Torino Award Winner for “Outstanding Poem”
My eyes have witnessed more horror
than a soul should ever see
Innocent lives ripped apart—
strewn on blood-drenched streets
My ears have heard the sorrow
ripped from anguished hearts
The cries of loss and suffering—
lives mercilessly torn apart
My hands have run with guiltless blood
by destruction, weathered and torn
Working to restore an order—
until my city is reborn
So in my blinding, righteous rage
I stand to madness face
You silently slip beside me—
a reminder of God’s grace
For my eyes have held such wonder
and I’ve heard your tender songs
My hands have gripped your shoulder—
the bond that’s kept me strong
Tomorrow, the battle still lies ahead—
to fight for the madness to cease
But you’ve reminded me now of what’s not been lost—
so today, I’ll pray for peace
9/11/02
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