I have been meaning to post this for quite some time... I hope it moves you all as much as it moved me:
Brittany Clark, 11, read a tribute to her father,
Benjamin Keefe Clark, who was last seen helping
a woman in a wheelchair on the 88th floor of one
of the towers.



“This poem,” she said of the American
Indian prayer, “makes me feel like my daddy is
speaking to me:
“I give you this one thought to keep,
“I am with you still, I do not sleep.
“I am a thousand winds that blow.
“I am the diamond glint on the snow.
“I am as sunlight on ripened grain.
“I am the gentle autumn rain when you
awaken in morning hush.
“I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in
circled flight.
“I am the soft stars that shine at night.
“Do not think of me as gone.
“I am with you still in each new dawn.