DENNIS A. AMBROSE
SEPTEMBER MORNING
Beneath a late summer sun life awoke from its distant dreams.
Just another day at first it seemed until suddenly the sun darkened
and froze, now in the silence of a winter night.
A new world emerged suddenly in so many differences.
I tried to understand why the day no longer followed the night.
Once a morning blue became the moment of eternal question.
First the disbelief, now the anger.
One moment in time can change everything and everything within
time becomes suddenly changed.
From the tragedy of the moment we are revived into a new spirit.
America is a spirit, not of buildings and walkways of green.
America is about thoughts and dreams,
that no fear in time can touch.
Each of us is like a snowflake in time,
yet one message in each journey speaks very loud.
We are the beating hearts of America,
that no nation on earth can silence.
September 11, 2001 was a day of deepest American tragedy.
September 12, 2001 became a new morning of American spirit.
The world had forgotten America in its true red, white and blue.
September morning 2001 has touched one eternal spring.