Our scar is broad,
& we’re told to
never forget.
How could we?
We all felt the collapsing
& silencing of souls
across that horrific
Tuesday morn.
The burning flames ignited
our fiery passions,
anger & revenge, ones
that many wish to fan
today.
Let’s remember
love’s power to transform
fear into courage
& use our courageous love
to conquer revenge
& spite, useless
in love’s embrace.
Let’s extend this grace
to those who despise us
& want to destroy us,
for their reasons
are as physical as ours—
born from the tragedy of loss
& focused through the lens of revenge.
Let’s heal our scar
through the lens of love
& shine it
in the face of fear.
United we stand, divided we fall.
A cliché too true for us to brand,
& a lighthouse to guide
our wayward hearts
across this ocean of strife.
Let’s not only stand together,
let’s march together—
not in lock-step, but in
beautiful gaits that shine
our unique
character traits,
most of which resemble
the freedom
we carry forward.
Let’s carry it & remember
that its woeful weight is
but a small toll
for life’s endless
beauty.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 10:12 PM UTC
Our scar is broad,
& we’re told to
never forget.
How could we?
We all felt the collapsing
& silencing of souls
across that horrific
Tuesday morn.
The burning flames ignited
our fiery passions,
anger & revenge, ones
that many wish to fan
today.
Let’s remember
love’s power to transform
fear into courage
& use our courageous love
to conquer revenge
& spite, useless
in love’s embrace.
Let’s extend this grace
to those who despise us
& want to destroy us,
for their reasons
are as physical as ours—
born from the tragedy of loss
& focused through the lens of revenge.
Let’s heal our scar
through the lens of love
& shine it
in the face of fear.
United we stand, divided we fall.
A cliché too true for us to brand,
& a lighthouse to guide
our wayward hearts
across this ocean of strife.
Let’s not only stand together,
let’s march together—
not in lock-step, but in
beautiful gaits that shine
our unique
character traits,
most of which resemble
the freedom
we carry forward.
Let’s carry it & remember
that its woeful weight is
but a small toll
for life’s endless
beauty.
Dedicated to all who perished on September 11, 2001.
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