Last Saturday was the 9th anniversary of the tragedy of 9/11. On the first anniversary I wrote a series of commentaries that aired on a television special program in New York.
This week on this blog I am posting five of the commentaries in remembrance of those who died.
The Soul of New York City:
Some thoughts on where we are in this year of mourning.
The sound of our city resonates with the beats of our hearts. It is distinctive. It’s a soft, yet persistent din. A mechanical collective breath that says there is life, and love and pain here.
Ever since September 11th, the out-breath of our city has been a sorrowful sigh. Its sharp in-breaths acknowledge the continuing pain of emptiness and loss. But, as in all loss, there follows an expectation for the new of life, the cradle of wonder, and the young of hope, for life must go on.
It abounds in faces and actions of our people as they move above and below the cobbled cracks of our streets and sidewalks and it dwells in the quarried homes and window stacks of human life and light.
Life, after a terrible tragedy, is often seen in the whimpers of weak smiles and too in the annealed skin of hard hurts. But below all of the pain, all of the loss, all of the tears, there is a positive cry to our city, you can feel it and its sound is a soul that says, “I am exquisite.”
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