September Courage

Our television screams, bursts with unbelief. A Tower falls, then another. Towers fall again, again, again. We watch, replay, hoping each collapse will end defiant, But instead, defies us comprehend. Thousands gone, thousands. We saw them die, right there. Millions by millions, tears flow, a hundred million cries despair searing plain and mountain vale,   Ripping pastel living rooms, in every home, an innocence denied. We step outside somehow hoping to escape only to feel a thousand last breaths caress our face with eastern breeze, and know we feel in faintest touch, the shock that we have seen. We look to our west, then to our east, climbing to a hilltop finding no one there, who'd tell us of a mere horror movie shown. No. Reality has provided a forever, gripping, clinging pain we cannot share. We find ourselves looking, wanting, for some unexplainable explained, Such depth of evil in the minds of men, a gaping black abyss beyond where God will let us go. We look for comfort, look for strength And find, once again, our faith to be an armor, with a hardness God alone will know.

And grasp again a flag to warm us, a colored cloth to wrap us, in colors chosen well. Red in courage rippling, over white held freedom high, where a field of justice blue, bears stars of truth to fly. Our Flag! Our Nation! Will we listen to our heritage? Let us find this time to be united, Let every State be one, Pray our leaders are far-sighted, and within ourselves, hold courage firm as we walk in this September sun. Copyright � 2001 Daniel A. Johnson, All rights reserved. 09/18/2001

I dedicate this poem to the victims of September 11, 2001.  I hope in some way, it helps us all share and deal with what we've seen.  And to the rescuers and workers, my wish is that your efforts be properly recognized when the right time comes.

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