That morning in September
Started beneath cobalt skies
But by nightfall, just the embers
Of the carnage filled our eyes
The worst act of global terror
With its sadness and its strife
Only served to be the bearer
Of our unity for life.

In the days that followed after
We each found some way to cope
While firemen searched under rafters
Looking for a sense of hope
Yet throughout the harshest visions
Of the rubble and debris
Our nation showed no division
Bound within our unity.

As one soul, we joined together
To raise funds for those in need
And through all the pain, we weathered
By embracing worthy deeds
As a neighbor helped a neighbor
To seize opportunity
Through an act of love and labor
Held within our unity.

From that morning in September
Four long years have come and gone
And while we pause to remember
Our compassion still lives on
In the form of aiding others
So that they shall once more see
We are all sisters and brothers
Bonded by our unity.

© 2005 - Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection