remembrance.

on this date 2005, i met a widow of a 9/11 firefighter.  

he was outside on the street preparing
to enter the second tower with his unit, 
when it collapsed.  

he left three children.

in sacred space, we two, strangers til then,
united as women have since the beginning.

i am privileged to have served,
guided by Spirit to hold circle for tears, 
laughter and  forgiveness to merge.

my client brought the lesson of grace, strength and compassion,
in the form of herself through both singular and collective story.


today, i honor courage inside each human heart.
  
once more, an offering of love 
for the gift of that morning, wherever she is. 
i ask that it ripple outward as gentle breeze, cleansing.