Wrote a poem, 9/14/2001
It‘s lengthy, so will only post the beginning verses.
They may have thought we were all stupid, and blind.
9-1-1 was called today;
“Hijackers on board!” the voices would say.
These brave hearts stood as one to defy the menace,
but in spite of their efforts they were taken from us;
as one by one the ‘missiles’ were flown
into the Pentagon and the Towers,
the face of evil this world was shown.

From the Towers, the Pentagon and the planes
their loved ones they called …
to say their ‘good-byes,’ try to comfort them all.
As the phones went dead they could not hear our cries,
for the horrors that followed cannot be described;
when these landmarks collapsed – could have any survived?

9-1-1
September 11, 2001

As the days have gone by, through hope and despair,
we grope for answers – are any there?
Our Spirit cries out for retaliation and blood!
I think of Jesus’ words: “Return your sword!
An eye for an eye is no longer the Rule!”
But, would not fighting back only make us the fool?

There are men and women who have gone through the trouble,
Heroes, risking their lives looking for everyone’s loved ones amid the rubble.
As I watch fathers and mothers,
spouses, sisters and brothers
clutch pictures of loved ones, their hearts filled with sorrow,
my thoughts go to a promise of a better tomorrow.

I think of a world where a man plants a vine
and can sit in its shade and say: “This is mine!”
He will live in a house that his own hand has made,
and no evil shall touch him or make him afraid.
I think of a world without bloodshed and strife
where no man dare take another man’s life;