Poem: After Words
by Cathy Warner
Sep 08, 2011 | 3527 views | 0 0 comments | 19 19 recommendations | email to a friend | print
It was a time of uncertainty, doubt and fear

a time of mourning, weeping and crying out

a cacophony demanding

Revenge, Justice, an End to the Madness

Peace.

A time when we perched at the brink

looked into blackness

and rock crumbled underneath our feet.

A time when we held our collective breath

and braced ourselves for the hand

that would push

us into the abyss.

We clamped our eyes shut

images of destruction replaying

in the darkness behind our eyelids.

Then we felt it.

We were not standing alone.

Shoulders pressed against ours.

Fingers found their way

into our clenched fists.

We offered our hands, opened our eyes

stepped back from the precipice

into a sea of tear-streaked faces.

Voices swelled like waves

our grief, our lament, washing us clean.

Stripping us bare.

And we knew that to heal

we needed a new vocabulary

with the power to break divisions we’d invented

to keep us “us” and others “them.”

Words to topple fences

that kept neighbors apart.

Words to weave humanity together

across the span of continents.

Words to reveal what it means to be human

in all our brokenness and beauty.

At the edge of the pit

we held the hands of strangers

we called them brother and sister.

We sang of hope, of love, of a presence bigger

than our constructions and our understanding.

We spoke of the power that embraces us all.

We became the river of life

carving a new path to a place

we’d been longing to discover all of our lives.

Cathy Warner, Boulder Creek

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