two thousand nine hundred seventy seven

Late last evening, I was doing what many folks were doing… scrolling and scrolling… only, because it was 9/11, I was stumbling upon a number of particularly poignant postings. (Say that 10x fast.) 

Anywho, one post replayed phone messages left by passengers of Flight 93, to their loved ones. once they realized what was happening. 💔 To say my heart was overflowing with emotion is an understatement. So as you read this poem, please keep in mind where my mind (and heart) were at the time. #itislovethatremains

The photo is another random picture of the sky that I took. It’s a habit of mine. 😊

two thousand nine hundred seventy seven

in your voice

I hear your heart

across the wire-less air, and

I can still

feel

you.

but it’s your pain

and terror

I can’t

don’t want to

process.

I want you

to have

floated into

the All — lovingly,

heavenly, peaceful dimension —

unharmed,

riding on the

coattails of angels’ wings.

I love you,

all:

2977

we love you, all

L.S. September 11, 2023