Hidden in the ashes, trampled by the steel,
Lay the sons and daughters of that day,
In the years that follow, our hearts may never heal,
We mourn their loss – We try to deal – We turn to God and pray.
Freedom was taken, terror stole our soul,
But America was built for more than this,
Strong hearts united, with a mutual goal,
Rebuilding, renewing, restoring the mess.
This day is not forgotten. It’s seared upon our souls,
We put our faith in God’s eternal care,
We trust in His salvation, we know he mends the holes,
That come from the destruction in the air.
Our hearts must stay united, no matter how we feel.
We look beyond the prejudice and fears.
Our only hope is Jesus. He is the one who heals.
He erases all our sorrows and wipes away our tears.
I wrote this poem several years ago, but it still remains in my memory. I think we tend to believe that America has forgotten the attack on our nation some twenty years ago. We still live in a certain amount of fear that it could happen again. Terrorism doesn’t necessarily only destroy human life, but slowly dissolves the human spirit. Where there is but a small ember, a great fire can again roar. I believe that most Americans will remember that day. What we must never forget is the influx of patriotism that resulted because of it. Unfortunately that patriotism slowly deteriorated and almost went out. We need to rekindle that flame and stand for our country. She is worth fighting for.
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I enjoy the cadence of your poem – and also am curious about the painting on the easel.
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This was done plein aire by my husband, Paul on site at a place called Battle Creek in Minnesota. It’s acrylic. What else are you curious about?
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Beautiful poem pulling back the heart ache of that day. It also reminds me of how we turn to each other and to the Lord God in such times. Dire times suggest we should do the same today.
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I totally agree. We are not prepared as we should be.
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Not to worry, Kathy. This may be like a waaay overdue house cleaning. A bit of dust here, something a “bit off” there can be overlooked for a while. But, when the joint starts to reek – well, it’s time to “Clean House”. We’re overdue, wouldn’t you say?
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It’s not impossible and I believe there are enough of us who love our country, with Gods help all things are possible.
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