Sunday, September 11, 2011

Things Falling

Tears link, somehow,
the nation's tragedy
with my own.
My father was not
a man to cry in public,
so when he did, it counted--
like when the towers fell,
or when he wished he'd live
to see how I turned out.
Those were the two times
I saw him cry.
It's good to keep a place for tears--
a bottle, David said.
Something broken in our hearts
is always crying
for the touch of God.

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