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Tender is the light and bright still the
flame upon the Towers gone today in sudden flash of death. Land of souls alive. their dreams remain above the graves. America, embracing ways of hope, prepared for war, the land
defends and fight the shadows of the unknown. Alert we pray in vigil night and day and swear never to forget.
An
epic of pain and redemption by Joseph Berolo A Candle Lit Upon The World Manhattan New York 911 2001
¡Pass the torch...!
the trembling hand stretched,
my candle lit another candle and so a thousand more ignited at our services today. For this little flame upon the melting
wax, a message was sent across the pews to all in pray, in our humble church of Bethlehem.(Brickell Av, Miami Fl. USA) And
it felt so mystic and celestial to pass the torch with love and faith, for in this land of ours, is the candle in our hand
today, the glowing light for all who perished in the skies above and those in deepest caves entombed. Pass the torch my friend!
Pass it well beyond the temple of
your faith, for it is the candle lit upon the world today the last farewell to those who went to eternal rest and us all who
must begin to live again.
Just an instant An instant was of light of summer dawn and blue of hope upon the sky... and then
no more but doom and fury of hell upon the land. A cloud of death for us all to walk the path of no return. The empire is
grieving, our souls in ashes drown, friends, brothers, soul's unknown, posthumous cry from far beyond a plight of rescue call
us all, to live again and roar with fury unleashed only God can hear us in our pain from the horror of today.
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At dawn it was 911 Tender
is the light and bright still the flame upon the Towers gone today In sudden flash of death.
Land
of souls alive. their dreams remain above the graves
America remembers pain unknown before a year
ago in September. Embracing ways of hope, prepared for war, the land defends and fight the shadows of the unknown. Alert we
pray in vigil night and day and swear never to forget.
When at
dawn in lazy path barely appearing, the morning filled with sorrow the dream was gone in darkness. ¡Cannot be! To have
loved so much the bridal nubile feel, a light so brief, turned a wreaked charm. So big a passion, the wind, the rain, the
blue beyond. ¡Oh! the abyss of age, the ringing of the bells in faulty towers of unearthed harvest, the dawns of boiling
veins, the whispers of ghostly diaries, the taste of roses dead in broken vases, the anguish of the Calvary, the longest hour
of the climb. ¡Cannot be! Abandoned breathing candles in the darkest clouds of the myth, delirium, painful sores...
the dark. What is left to live in pain forever
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Hope and fear are inseparable and
there is no fear without hope nor hope without fear
On
to war
Do not rejoice in battle,
the midst of fury unleashed,
Agfan
in flames
or Taliban destroyed.
Marching on today we must
not to seek revenge,
or match the reign of horror
launched
on fateful day,
but to find the way
to see the face of evil
in its cave of hell
and feel the grip of death
and rescue
life itself.
For the time has come
to let the well
of our faith run beyond
the roots of Bin Laden.
To kill
the beast, we must,
for in the killing
the sword of justice thrust,
an eternal dawn
will come of light
for
Islam and for us all.
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Time it is for us all
To lit the candle of our faith in the midst of fury unleashed... not to seek revenge, or match the reign of
horror launched upon the world- it seems to last forever- but to find the way to see the face of evil in its cave of hell and feel the grip of
death and rescue life itself. For the time has come to let the well of our faith drown the inferno where evil lurks- To kill the beast, we
must, for in the killing lies- ¡Ironic¡... the Peace we seek. -the sword of justice
thrust, an eternal dawn will come of light to a world so cruel and yet so good.
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Days of Pain
And there was sadness and so many cried in abyss of despair; our souls and lives knew of ghostly
rain of death and of caves of doom so near, so close the labyrinths of fear- the way we were one day, no more, no more. But not at Xmas time, Hanukkah
o Ramadhan. Not at home today under the greenest tree ever grown in all the land. For hope and greater deeds and blessed mistletoes adorn the most sacred time of year- the warm of all Kabbalah's
keep alive the land of Israel...
-upon the
tortured plains of all Fagan,
hope resolve the darkness
of the land- armed in wait,
the hordes in Iraq
don't
know night or day-
yet the furies seem to die
of death itself-
and in the darkness of the heart.
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Time it is for us all
To lit the candle of our faith in the midst of fury unleashed... not to seek revenge, or match the reign of horror launched upon the world- it seems to last forever- but to find the way to see the face of evil in its cave of hell and feel the grip of death and rescue life itself. For the time has come to let the well of our faith drown the inferno where evil lurks- To kill the beast, we must, for in the killing lies- ¡Ironic¡... the Peace we seek. -the sword of justice thrust, an eternal dawn will come of light to a world so cruel and yet so good.
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