A MAN OF THE CLOTH

GIVING LAST RITES,

TALKING TO HIS GOD

BECAME A GUARDIAN ANGEL THAT DAY.

LIFTED BY FIREMEN,

TEARS STREAMING DOWN THEIR FACES,

AS THEY LAY THE BODY OF AN ANGEL,

ONTO THE ALTAR OF THE NEARBY CHURCH.

A GUARDIAN ANGEL WILL ALWAYS HOVER

ABOVE THE PILE KNOWN AS GROUND ZERO,

WATCHING OVER THE SOULS OF THOSE HE LOVES

AS TEARS SPILL DOWN HIS CHEEKS.

09/17/01

SUSAN BERGERON