Bamako, Mali, West Africa
September Love
We never knew how much happiness could be gathered in a building.
We never knew how much love could be gathered in a building.
Those tall boxes of love might well have floated, like warm balloons,
Up into the sky toward heaven.
And those four planes so full of desperate love
Might well have journeyed even higher toward the source of love.
We lost the happiness, but we kept the love.
Undiminished, our love demands more than grief, more than memory.
Perhaps our love, put to use by hands still made of flesh, not ash,
Could build more than a monument,
Could lift more than only one nation toward a higher realm.
Perhaps our love could reach beyond the daily lives of those we lost,
To the daily lives of people who dream the same dreams,
But in a different language.
Then could our enormous love from September
Encompass all the Earth,
And bring some measure of happiness
To children still seeking tomorrow.
from On a Starry Night
John Slade
Woodgate International
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