9-11-06

there's something powerful about walking in a place 3 hours by foot
from the wtc and stumbling across people standing and seemingly
staring.
Staring perhaps at those 40 boquets of flowers sitting there against
the building.. Perhaps. Or maybe since that building is a fire
station, in remembrance of all firemen. Or by chance its that framed
thing on the wall. Those uniformed pictures of their men who died.
Their 9.

Mass today was equally surreal. A roll call of the 11 firemen from
the hunter college area that died. I don't know these men, I don't
know how they lived wether in virtue or vice, but I know their simple
response to duty inspires."yes, i choose to serve."

And they died, perhaps never truly realising they were in such danger.

......
as I walked home today we notied a searchlight to the south...
perchance illuminating some celebration... but as we looked a sense of
profound awe came into my soul, and two beams were discernable.