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When spires fall
The Cathedral calls
To the darkening
sky
To which the dove does fly.
Past the open spaces
The river now races.
Creating pain in the heart,
Making
us cry.
In a heap of metal
Scattered like petals
All twisted and torn
From earth you were shorn.
Your sisters
are crying,
The wounded are dying.
From mothers and fathers
No children born.
When spires fall
The Cathedral
calls
To the darkening sky
To which the dove does fly.
The rubble is burning
Sad hearts are yearning
Searching
for the missing
Who didn't die.
The world has been darkened
Sad memories harken.
For the spires are shattered
Their
ashes now scattered.
A dream has been broken.
No words can be spoken
For the soul of a nation
So violently battered.
When
spires fall
The Cathedral calls
To the darkening sky
To which the dove does fly.
We continue our searches
In
mosques, synagogues and churches.
Where only God can now
Lift us high.
c
2001 Leona Seufert
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