Ground Zero

I dreamt about a hellish place
Of smoke and dust and fire
And volunteers responded to
A call that came from higher.

Feeding workers hearty meals
Washing dust and grime
Cheering cops day in day out
Regardless of the time.

What shall I do? My role to play?
A silent “thank you” mumbled?
Crying into my pillow at night?
By these ordeals I’m humbled.

I must do what I must do
To quench my heart’s desire
I come this way on Earth but once
Let me be cleansed by fire.

(Posted on 9/11/15, however I wrote this immediately after the events of 9/11/01.)

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