We shovel heaps

And heaps of

Travesties upon each

Other burying one

Another beneath anger

If we are

Created in His

Image is God

Also hateful or

Has humanity devolved

So far away

From Spirit that

Meanness and agenda

Affords pain and

Torture instead of

Looking at these

Travesties as representative

Of the Divine

Let us remember

That these shovels

Of inhumanity are

Merely dark soil

Upon which the

Blossoms of hope

Do spring eternal

Here remembering 9/11