September 11, 2001
by Robert E Blackwell
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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Memories stronger than yesterday; emotions beyond forever.
September 11, 2001
The years have passed of life, and love, and dreams,
But I am still affected by events
That happened there just yesterday, it seems,
And even now it keeps my feelings tense.
That day began as just another day,
Another step in Time’s relentless walk.
The street was still that morning, save the sound
Of birds whose song comprised their daily talk.
The bus arrived on time, but I did not,
And so I looked for one to take its place.
The sun awoke and rose; my only thoughts
Were fixed upon the slow retreat of space.
Arriving at my desk, I settled in
To organize the work that filled my space
With no awareness what my future held:
My life would change with what would soon take place.
A colleague turned his radio to news;
I heard excited voices tell the tale,
And hearing the reporter give his views,
My blood turned cold…my skin turned very pale.
He spoke of skies turned black that stole each breath
From those encased within the lethal cloud,
Of planes whose flights brought violence and death
Upon a place that once stood tall and proud.
I witnessed people falling through the air…
The ones alive who made their final choice,
Whose broken bodies, feeling the despair,
Were shattered without cause, without a voice.
Eventually, I heard the sirens scream,
A herald to assistance and relief,
And prayed in vain for this to be dream
Instead of a scenario of grief.
While gazing through the window at my town,
The city’s streets became a frenzied maze:
Re-routed cars and buses up and down,
While people milled about, confused and dazed.
Policemen stood in vigil, guarding shrines
Of government and each commercial place;
The city filled with slowly moving lines
Of anguish etched upon each person’s face.
The boss declared our working day at end,
And sent us home believing in the hope
Tomorrow would find better news to send
To help find the ways and means to cope.
I wandered through the endless human sea
And pondered all the questions of our fate:
Who and why, and most important, how
Could anyone be guided by such hate?
That night, with every child asleep in bed,
I wept at every image shown anew:
The carnage turning living into dead,
The brave ones helping frailer people through.
My prayers, then and now, are all the same:
For healing for the loved ones left behind;
Protection for the ones God knows by name;
And as we face our future, peace of mind.
© 2001, 2007 by Robert E. Blackwell
R&R Blackwell and Associates
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|Reviewed by John Domino
|Very touching poem.
It is true that something GOOD came out of this mess.
SOME folks woke up to reality. I know Two things...
1. Jesus saves!
2. Man is HIS own worst enemy!
If you are feeling wronged, inadequate, hopeless or unfillfilled go back to number 1.
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Oh what a horrible day that was and still is for all who have survived, and for those who did not. Blessings, Holly|
|Reviewed by Joseph Manzo
|Your poem and prayer were touching.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A day I cannot think about without tears to fill the empty void in my heart for the fate of so many....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|such a well expressed telling of your day when the towers fell-|
|Reviewed by Linda Law
|The words within this message are poignant....and yet surely no words will ever describe the pain, the anger, the anguish, the shock, the loss..... Our lives were certainly different before 9-l1...and yet...we wonder...what else lies ahead? be proud of this work. lindalaw|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|I will never forget; you can count on that, (((Dear Friend)))!
God bless America again!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
There were so many heros that day, helping...putting their own lives in danger to save another. Its a day marked in our hearts forever. Awesome poem on such a horrific event.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|We all remember ... and pray we never forget. Powerfully penned, (((Robert))).
(((HUGS))) and love, anc *kotc,*