Silent Honesty on September 11th

I drove back from Annapolis last night around 1:00AM
and as I passed the Pentagon in those late hours
I found it kind of solemn and honorable.

At that moment in the soft blue and white light
that bathed it's once wounded walls,
I found a certain silent reverence.

The calm honesty only meant to be shattered
as people would flood in this morning for the memorial service at 8:00 AM.

Many words were spoke this morning,
but spoken like the words of men
who can't appreciate the deafening truth that only silence brings.

I had my midnight moment with the building,
and I drove home.

No person could better tell me what else I should feel on this day.

My ride home takes me past Arlington cemetery.
From the road you can't see the fields of white marble,
but you can feel them.

And for those who fell on September 11th, 2001,
they will forever have the company of our
beloved armed servicemen and women who have fallen in the wars to follow.

Now they rest at a tragically even ratio.

There is no soft blue and white light for those in Arlington.
Their honor is paid to them at a discounted price.
A painful honor which the families are asked to kindly mourn
out of view
in those waking hours every day.