A few thoughts that I shared on Facebook...
I just heard Alan Jackson's "Where Were You" on
the radio. This song always brings me back to that horribly sad and frightening
day, 14 years ago tomorrow.
I recall how Americans put color and race aside and became a
united front for our country. We gave blood, we went to church, we helped clean
up, we looked for the lost and we grieved for the innocent.
It saddens me to think of what our country has become today.
We are so divided. We have become complacent in our daily lives. I fear that it
will take another act of terror to bring us back together again to the country
that I love...to be a country that we can be proud of once again. I am afraid
it will happen again, we just don't know when or where. Our country's focus has
shifted so far off course that the enemy will be able to strike and we will not
be ready.
Tomorrow, as we remember the families that were ripped
apart, let's try to remember what it was like to be unified and loving our
neighbor like we did so many years ago.
Love and peace.
I wrote this poem just a few days after that horrible day. Hug your loved ones and do something kind for someone today!
Love,
K
What
irony on that day that I chose to wear
a shirt bearing the flag I hold so dear.
Smoke, fire, explosions, a few to name,
were consuming the "towers of the same".
Such chaos and bewilderment filled my head
as these men chose to die, now many are dead.
Countless brave people saved so many lives,
yet only to lose their's as the tower dives.
And when I saw the second twin collapse,
I prayed there would be survivors, many, perhaps.
The expression of horror and fear on faces of dust...
Can't this be a dream, oh, it must!
But the reality quickly falls into place
as the once bustling section is now rubbled space.
As our country unites, each and every one,
our duty to protect is not quite done.
We must rely on strength from up above,
as someday, our world will once again be filled with love.
-Kimberly Anne
September 21, 2001
a shirt bearing the flag I hold so dear.
Smoke, fire, explosions, a few to name,
were consuming the "towers of the same".
Such chaos and bewilderment filled my head
as these men chose to die, now many are dead.
Countless brave people saved so many lives,
yet only to lose their's as the tower dives.
And when I saw the second twin collapse,
I prayed there would be survivors, many, perhaps.
The expression of horror and fear on faces of dust...
Can't this be a dream, oh, it must!
But the reality quickly falls into place
as the once bustling section is now rubbled space.
As our country unites, each and every one,
our duty to protect is not quite done.
We must rely on strength from up above,
as someday, our world will once again be filled with love.
-Kimberly Anne
September 21, 2001
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