Just before 7:30 A.M., on a somber but windy day, the New York Police Department Emerald Society Pipes And Drums Band resumes their march toward Ground Zero. They have come over the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, a trek they began well before dawn.
When the bagpipes play, a cry goes through the city. Grown men weep. And somehow, I realize, bagpipes bring us home.
In one way or another, the people here in New York City this morning are bound together. They are on a journey not only to the physical site of last year's disaster at the World Trade Center, but to the emotional site of the heart—in search of spiritual nourishment, looking for rescue and healing, seeking wings of comfort and courage.
