The healing power of Words

In this day of remembrance for New York and the world, memories from ten years ago—when I was already an adopted New Yorker—come rushing through my mind, but I try and keep only the most vital. For instance, back in the summer of 2001 when I visited a wonderful and moving photo exhibit in the Vanderbilt Hall of Grand Central station, called M.I.L.K. (Moments, Intimacy, Love, Kinship) I came across a line of the American writer Thornton Wilder that profoundly touched me, as the whole exhibit did:
"There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."
Powerful words to keep us going, that came to the rescue in the darkest hour, as it is always the case with poetry.