Like a reluctant host, I open the door for the New Year
Uneasy and unwilling to suffer more of the same
This year, again, there is so much to close our eyes to:
there is too much ugliness in our post 9/11 world
There are too many questions that need to go unanswered, to be ignored
It seems too much insipid reality that hurls cruelty, hatred, sickness and despair
What horror
The eyes of truth have been gouged from its sockets
–and hopelessly lost with the crumbling of two towers
Erect in our memories,
yet no longer enduring monuments of humanity
Tonight, with the door pushed opened,
I am left to pray for a new order:
May love blanket our loved ones, our friends and community
and cover us with hope, faith and love,
and the strength to do right, to recognize good and act for
a better, just, and, at the core, compassionate world
And I must begin living with these ghosts and refrain from
pulling myself tight into the fetal position
for comfort and some relief
I must stand and repress heaving sighs of despair
Look to those things I hold dear and ensure
They are cared for and do not go neglected
In the long shadows cast by those remarkable towers
– Chris George
January 2002