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.