It was their death cry that brought me here
The collective gasp of thousands as towers fell
Souls burst free from broken bodies
Rising up through dust and ash
No one there to sing them home.
It was their pain that brought me here
To listen to the telling and retelling
Bound in horror and humanity
To those who searched in vain
I carried their stories home.
It is my pain that brings me here
Cleanse me now with sage and cedar
Purify my wounded heart and mind
Cover these lips with wine and broken bread
Grant me grace to serve again. Amen.