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| In remembrance of September 11, 2001 Love Your Neighbor as Yourself anonomous The day began as usual, with a shower and a prayer. A time of morning thanksgiving for those who's lives I share. But soon thereafter my world was rocked right down into the core. I heard the news of the hijacked planes on my way out the door. At first I believed it was a prank, a nightmare at it's best, A lie I tried to tell myself to put my heart at rest. But then the horror of it all was slapping me in the face, As tv channels showed the proof with pictures I cannot erase. Planes crashing, people jumping, all horrors too much to bear. What it must be like to be those people, the ones who were all there! My mind is shocked, I can't concentrate on anything but it, The rescue workers and other heroes working in the pit. I hold my breath and hope for life to be found down in the mess, But hope weakens as time goes by and those found are less and less. I pray for them, the victims and the families left waiting. I pray for God to comfort them in this time we are hating. What can I do? I'm far away from the trouble and termoil. I think of the crazy hijackers who make my blood to boil. Then I realize "others think like me" and then I feel real scared. Because I married into an Arab family and love the life we've shared. I fear for thier security as people show thier rage. The arey appaled as much as we, they don't go in that cage. I ask you, would you please listen to this important verse? Not all Arabs would murder us, they consider it accursed. If you happen to see an Arab out in the street today, Please let them walk by peacefully and be on thier merry way. Don't stoop to the level of those crazy hijacker boozers. Let's love our neighbors, avoid the hate, we don't want to be losers. |
| A friend of mine wrote the following, and I thought it would be appropriate to share. |
| End of the Day by Jason Paul Armstrong 10~17~2001 At the end of the day, when the rain is still coming down, I like to stare out the window, and wonder where all the days have gone. Sunsets full of color, rushing into a waiting horizon. Sunsets, distant shades of grey fading into our memories. Clouds of cascading pink, red, blue and gray. A whisper that comes not from the mouth, but the sky. The wind pushes another day into infamy, and we remember forgotten lullabies. "Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight." And at the end of the day, when the rain is still coming down... Tomorrow is just another dream...another memory to come. |
| Heart by Heart by Rachel Ellen Swander 11~2~2001 I heard your voice today... It's been such a long time. And even though you were not near me, I could see you just the same; Eyes accepting me as I am, A smile that brightened my day, Friendship that will always be, And love that always was. We travel together, not side by side, But heart by heart. I cannot hold you when you cry, But I will feel your tears just the same. I cannot dance with you when you're glad, But I will rejoice with you where I am. The miles between us may never grow less, But neither will the bond we have... Precious is the friend Who is ever near Not in body, But in soul. |
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