I struggle to give sorrow words and the words sorrow, to give them the taste of the depth of suffering. My heart is broken for the lost, the missing and the families who search. I call my parents and friends, I visit my brother and sister, I seek a way to help, to do something that matters. I hear our leaders ask for patience, so I will be patient. My prayer is that we do not forget this pain, that we do not let go of this suffering, that we compose a new way to live. I do not know the answer to this kind of haunting evil. On this dark Tuesday, I was in the home of a Pearl Harbor survivor. He wept as he watched the news reports, then looked at me and with a shaky voice spoke words he had hoped never to speak, that it was my generations' time to sacrifice. I pray we are willing.
Last updated: 09/16/01