Tender is the light and bright still the flame upon the Towers gone today in sudden flash of death. Land of souls alive. their dreams remain above the graves.  America, embracing ways of hope, prepared for war, the land defends and fight the shadows of the unknown. Alert we pray in vigil night and day and swear never to forget.   An epic of pain and redemption by Joseph Berolo   A Candle Lit Upon The World Manhattan New York 911 2001  ¡Pass the torch...! the trembling hand stretched, my candle lit another candle and so a thousand  more ignited at our services today. For this little flame upon the melting wax, a message was sent across the pews to all in pray, in our humble church of Bethlehem.(Brickell Av, Miami Fl. USA) And it felt so mystic and celestial to pass the torch with love and faith, for in this land of ours, is the candle in our hand today, the glowing light for all who perished in the skies above and those in deepest caves entombed. Pass the torch my friend! Pass it well beyond the temple of your faith, for it is the candle lit upon the world today the last farewell to those who went to eternal rest and us all who must begin to live again.   Just an instant   An instant was of light of summer dawn and blue of hope upon the sky... and then no more but doom and fury of hell upon the land. A cloud of death for us all to walk the path of no return. The empire is grieving, our souls in ashes drown, friends, brothers, soul's unknown, posthumous cry from far beyond a plight of rescue call us all, to live again and roar with fury unleashed only God can hear us in our pain from the horror of today.

At dawn it was 911  Tender is the light and bright still the flame upon the Towers gone today In sudden flash of death. Land of souls alive. their dreams remain above the graves America remembers pain unknown before a year ago in September. Embracing ways of hope, prepared for war, the land defends and fight the shadows of the unknown. Alert we pray in vigil night and day and swear never to forget.   When at dawn in lazy path barely appearing, the morning filled with sorrow the dream was gone in darkness. ¡Cannot be! To have loved so much the bridal nubile feel, a light so brief, turned a wreaked charm. So big a passion, the wind, the rain, the blue beyond. ¡Oh! the abyss of age, the ringing of the bells in faulty towers of unearthed harvest, the dawns of boiling veins, the whispers of ghostly diaries, the taste of roses dead in broken vases, the anguish of the Calvary, the longest hour of the climb. ¡Cannot be! Abandoned breathing candles in the darkest clouds of the myth, delirium, painful sores... the dark. What is left to live in pain forever