Be Still with Me.
Be still with me.
Feel my heartbeat,
know it, travel my journey
of a thousand cuts,
a thousand healings,
miracles of pain
That leave the most beautiful
scars.
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The picture was taken yesterday, 9-11, in Argyle, NY. We passed the firehouse on the way to church in the morning and these two men were standing stock-still at full attention. Hours later, when we drove home again, they were still there, perfectly in place, in honor of the lost of 9-11. Their stillness and honor was so much more touching, more real, more painful, than anything brought about by new, TV or the media. You can click on it for a larger version.
This brief poem is for all who carry with them deep hurts, that simply want them recognized and honored, however, or if, they have healed so far in their journey.
Tom
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