March 24, 2002—Ground
Zero Plus 194
Clouds Of Vigilance
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
GROUND ZERO, New York City, Mar. 24--I sat at my apartment
window watching the Spirits of Vigilance kissing the underbelly
of the soft, white clouds that slide under Heaven's Gates.
It was breathtaking
to see the two shafts of lights rising up from Ground Zero carving
through the blue-black velvet of a crisp, windy evening sky
and waiting for a cottony cloud to intersect the beams and ignite
to life as the facets of a diamond dance with delight under
a jeweler's light.
I leaned against the open
window, my camera resting in one hand, my head back against
the wall, waiting for the puffy clouds zooming across the sky
to navigate themselves into the beams.
As the clouds touched the
light, its brilliance ignited. The beams ignited
the dense water molecules, turning the gauzy grayish white cloud
into a ball of brilliance, as though some giant hand had reached
down and pulled the on switch, igniting the energy in the cloud
to shine upon all who walked, or sat or slept below.
I took picture after picture
with my Kodak digital, attempting to capture the "Moment
Of Brilliance"--that precise instant when the cloud transformed
from an anonymous stranger passing by in the sky into a monument
of ignited respect for those who died so heroically on September
11th in the World Trade Center holocaust.
Spirits live. At
least for me.
As the clouds moved toward the
beams of light, I imagined them as punctuation points, exclamation
and periods, dotting the sky to remind us who are trapped on
earth that the universe recognizes the Sentinels of Vigilance,
the 3,000 innocent victims whose bodies might have passed from
life to death, but whose souls continue to flourish in the beams
of light New York City has established in their memory.
Oh, Shafts of Vigilance, spearing
up into the sky;
You kiss the womb of God, igniting
to life memories
Of why you died so others might
live to remember
Our Shields of Vigilance--Courage,
Conviction, Action-- must never be lowered.
My mind talked to the clouds
and beams of light. I felt a unity with them both,
an appreciation of their purpose.
Vigilance was the jewel formed
out of the fires of Hell. It was the treasure left
in the rubble.
Those who died that morning did
not die in vain or futility.
They have come together as one body, all their souls, to form
the Sentinels of Vigilance--and to stand above the horror of
that day as legends we must never forget.
I hear them reminding us to not
let Terrorism's Fear, Intimidation or Complacency rule our lives.
I hear them saying we must fight our weaknesses with strength,
and that they will be alongside us to assist, urge, encourage
and help us protect ourselves from Fear's black hole, from Intimidation's
shadow, and from Complacency's death bed.
As each cloud was brought to
life by the beams of light, I could hear the songs of Vigilance
being sung from the souls caught in the lasered illumination.
The melodic chant charioted on
the tongue of the wind in the dawn of morning::
"Semper Vigilantes!" "Semper Vigilantes!"
I hear them. I hope
you can too!
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