Elsy Carolina Osorio Oliva 27, of New York, N.Y. junior translation engineer, General Telecom At World Trade Center.
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Elsy is a women I never met but she along with everyone who gave there life that fateful day, is someone I’ll never forget!
To honor her I would like to offer a collection of poems I’ve found to be of some comfort and inspiration.
By Richard D. Martens
From this dim-lit porch my gaze implores
....Beyond the boundaries of these shores,
And seeks that cove chaste covenants
Bequeathed as scatheless harbor.
Where anchor'd taut I'd face no foe,
For augurs proffered that no woe
Should visit there upon that place
Where Angels sing with ardor.
Still the light shines true for just the few
who reach that radiant harbor.
That lucent shore; where soul's delights
Do liken to the feverish flights that,
Flitting midst a child's dream,
Excite a Godly chord.
As child-like must one meet the tryst,
For wavering now would but divest
The seeker of his sanctitude,
And thus, his blest reward.
Leave now the earth give way, for it wields no sway 'pon
the sparrows that circle the shore!
Now, dolefully, a drawn child's plea rips
O'er the dark, dissonant sea
And hurtles toward the alien void
That veils it from its fate.
A plea so urgent that it bores
Into the holds of teary scores,
Whose wanting ears tilt toward the stars
That monk-like whisper w a i t.
W A I T.
...wait?...my faith is staunch;
the keel that buoys me 'bove the fray;
that sails me through the evil days
that TOIL AND F E T T E R ME !
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .and, yes. . . . .the horizon lurks. . .
The porch lamp flickers - the vision fades,
While the venders of this world invade
My wisp of beach - bereft of claim -
And take it as their score.
I'll not render unto them their bill;
Nor cede them now my truest will:
To sing with Angels Joyous paeans
By the Light from distant shore.
Untitled
By Joseph Campbell
It is only by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you were looking for.
A Better Place
By Kirsti A. Dyer
Cry for me no more
the many tears of sadness
My time in this world was over
and it came for me to pass.
Bring the photos of old time
and see them not with tear-filled eyes
But with eyes of joy and laughter
and smile once more with me.
Know that I am in a better place
one without disease
without hatred and without death
This kingdom I now call home
I wait here for you
When your time comes to pass
to ease the transition
from the old to the new.
Cry for me no more.
Remember only the laughter.
For I am in another realm
And I wait to see you again.
Elsy Carolina Osorio Oliva, may the lord continue to bless you and your family, as we continue to remember and honor your memory.
This tribute is part of the 2996 project
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