Can you see the clouds part now
An object so large and a heart so small
A sense of fear
A hand of love
The first hit has come
A second will follow
The sounds of God can be heard
And the cries of plea come with the wind
Darkness surrounds the world
Only to catch a glimpse of light
But what cannot be found
Can only be buried
How far can a senseless act travel
Only to be stopped by unforgiving memories
Tomorrow will come
But the hopes and dreams of others will not
The enemy has spoken
With actions so harsh the ground beneath will not heal
The clouds only cast more shadows
for people to turn and run
But to succeed we must prevail
And shed the hate away
– Jesse Moon, 15, lost his grandfather, Don Shaw, on Alaska Airlines 261, January 31, 2000. He wrote this poem September 12, 2001.