The ceremony in the Memorial Garden in London, for the 67 British Victims of 9/11 was wonderful. The simple reciting of names, real lives, not the terrible, frightening image of burning or falling towers, real families, laying single white roses. One name recited in the name of Allah too, the playing of Auld Lang Syne and The Last Post. The reading too of Henry Van Dyke’s poem inscribed in the Memorial Sundial.
Time is..
Too Slow for those who Wait
Too Swift for those who Fear
Too Long for those who Grieve
Too Short for those who Rejoice
But for those who Love
Time is not.