The Phoenix







Ephesians tells of spirits  dark that were

Permitted for a while to leave the pit,

Allowed to freely roam and rove the air

And wreak destruction beyond human wit.



From deepest depth transported to the heights-

Trained for the kill, they hurtle  and descend,

Upon their goal  in  fierce satanic flights-

A one-way flight,  because they will not land.



But juxtaposed against so great a hate

Is overwhelming and heroic love,

So deep a love that none can ever rate

The value of the gloriole thereof.



It boggles, wrenches spirit, mind and soul,

For any zealous pen to write and tell

Of works, mephistolean rank and foul,-

The wreckage and destruction of deep hell.



A martyr is whom OTHERS do deprive

Of what he cherishes and holds aplomb,

His own, and all his fellows treasured life-

Not kamikaze madmen with a bomb.



See the bereaved  that search with broken heart

Among the rubble  and in armories.-

No human words can tell their  grief and smart-

To find  their loves entombed below debris.



O firefighters! law-men!  rescue teams!-

Digging with bare hands, following some cry-

Imperiled, yet attentive to the screams,

Where brothers deep below the wreckage  lie



No greater love  than that all set to give

The own so precious life to save a friend,-

Braves raging fires so that friends may live,

Or else extend for the last rites a hand.



O Lord! be ‘mongst  the wreckage and the cries,-

Black plumes, the anguish and debris-

And bid the phoenix from the ashes rise

And loud proclaim you are the one WHO IS.



In Memory of 9/11/01



by: Elizabeth Dandy







by Elizabeth Dandy












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Ernest Bevans's picture

Very inspirational... Please allow me to say that the difficult subject matter was handled with skill... balancing empathy with hope without being overly sentimental or patrioteering.... Your point was made thru your skill and not rethoric... I enjoyed this piece