Beliefs

Flickering in the candle’s flame

Twin Towers crumbling

screams puncturing panes

shattering faith

and dreams

and arteries.

The stench of anger and despair

searing the lungs of those who see

and breathe

the smoke

and dust

and ash.

And as I sit

here

in this room

around a candle

and a rose

I saw

and touched

and felt

warm dark hands and eyes

which spoke with innocence

“I did what I believed was right.”

By Julie Stephenson

In response to to the September 11 terrorism attacks in the USA.