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ANGEL'S SONG By D Lank- a young man from colorado who wrote this for columbine several years ago. the pain of loss is overwhelming unexpected suffering is intense staring in the face of tragedy with nothing making any sense when life is taken much too soon and in such a tragic way when loved ones are called home leaving us to cry and pray we must believe in a reason and be strong for those we love and trust we'll meet again the day we're called above their hearts are held in heaven their souls cradled in God's care warm and safe in comfort now it's Angel's songs they share why oh why... we may never know we must trust that God is fair and have faith in His compassion now it's Angel's songs they share for those left behind to mourn the healing must begin now the families and community must teach each other how grief can cripple faith we must help it to walk again to climb the steps of heaven and reach our loved ones then we must listen with our hearts for the Love that God is bringing if we listen very closely we'll hear all of heaven singing their hearts are held in heaven their souls cradled in God's care warm and safe in comfort now it's Angel's songs they share why oh why... we may never know we must trust that God is fair and have faith in His compassion now it's Angel's songs they share |
A DAY LIKE NO OTHER mark viglione 10 march 2002 just another, other. very own eyes. ones' desperate cries. our deepest, darkest fears, shed of our tears. our hearts filled with sorrow, feared what would come tomor- row. knew exactly what to do, but they only found a few. mission by taking innocent lives away, there's a hefty price to pay. ter we have ever known, fight so no one is alone. before this ugly war has ended, eventually be mended. continue to stand tall, tice for all. that we muct carry out, must proudly shout: |
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THE TWINS, CANDLES, FLOWERS AND TEARS by john clifton davis 10 october 2001 It wasn't just because they had all that shiny glass and steel, or because they had such fantastic height. It wasn't just because we had become used to seeing them there every day, or because they looked so lovely when they were lit up at night. It wasn't just because of their crowing glory, The wonderful Windows on the World with its breath-taking view that we could see from above, or because of their many splendid shops and restaurants that we could patronize below> No, it was much more than that which makes us miss them so, for as the two greatest landmarks of our greatest city, they stood out for all to see and admire, for they were so inspiring as they rose above the ordinary into the extraordinary, seeminy reaching for stars, as they challenged us and the rest of the world to do likewise. Yes, we miss the twins, but even more do we miss all the innocent people who never had a chance that fateful day. It is for them we light candles, bring flowers, shed tears, and perhaps find some comfort in the fact that in so many way, they live on in the memory of those amoung us who knew them, loved them and shall never forget them. |
THE AFTERMATH OF SEPT. 11 by john clifton davis 10 october 2001 Pray for the walking wounded for they no gentle sleep because the nightmare they knew will not go away and the wounds they bear are deep. They are as we and we as they. May God help us all a we face the new day! a reminder that some wounds never heal and that people should forever be sensitive to the victims' families and those who volunteered. |