Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Ground Zero and This Troubled Country
My wife and I took a subway just a week ago down to Ground Zero. We had not been there in years. We
We moved over to the Memorial--a beautiful waterfall and around it are the names of all those that gave their lives that day. People stood in silence just looking. Sometimes words just won't do it. I remembered back to how we joined hands and hearts after that. We pulled together, at least for a little while. That visit where the tall towers had stood brought back the poem written by Cheryl Sawyer:
"As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride the sacrifice of heroes
We become one people.
We are The Power of One.
We are United.
We are America."
Will we ever find our way back together--or will we just tear each other to pieces--leaving all our problems by the wayside? It all depends on us, doesn't it?
--by Roger Lovette/ rogerlovette.blogspot.com