It's hard to believe 9/11 was already 9 years ago...
My Australian next door neighbor gave me the news.
I was working in my art studio and I wondered how this was going to effect our country and personal aspects of my life.
We were in the midst of an international adoption from Viet Nam.
Would we be hindered from flying their and picking up our daughter?
(Turns out we were until January of 2002)
I had two sales reps on the road in a southern state and I was concerned whether they would have trouble returning home from their trip.
As I worked on a different painting, with a heavy heart for what was
occurring in New York, I conceived this piece that day.
(I did the poetry and image during the uncertain weeks that followed.)
Finding Strength In the Broken Places
Together
We are finding strength in the broken places
Through lifting up prayers
Clutching faith with both hands
And balming each other's wounds
We will see color in the hopeless spaces
In that morning
When the light comes shining through
That will be when
Instead of shattered dreams
We will see infinite beauty
As though staring at a stained glass window
With all the jagged pieces fitted together
Even now it seems a bit clearer
That you and I are more than just faces
We are fortified souls
Brought in communion through pain
Yet this present sorrows bred within us a new courage
To keep the door of our hearts open
And allow hope and healing
To tiptoe in again
Launa (c)
