this coming sunday,marks the anniversary of 9/11 it was such a tragic day,everybody was running from the 9/11 attack,and now they are having,a terror threat,lets not forget,what happened aon that awful day
*** Posted by steven landsman on 2011-09-09 ***
As we heard the news that the towers were burning,
Like insects drawn to a porch light, we ran to the south windows to stare at the inferno
Smoke billowing into the air, pouring across the sky, flames lapping from the windows--so large it was clear the fire was consuming the building
Souls pouring out into the calm morning; riding on a rushing river of smoke,
Looking one last time at terra firma below--in wonder, in fear, in surprise…
Is this the end they wondered as they rose into the sky
They were clean shaven, well-dressed, ready to begin the day. How was the train ride that morning…did it feel different…did the future feel bright?
I came back up the elevator, sat by the window and gazed across the clear morning at the tower.
The smoke was thicker and whiter--filling in the morning. Blanking out the clearness, covering over recognizable forms, whiting out the towers… erasing them from view.
White smoke washing away signs of fire, falling debris.
A full eclipse shouldn’t be viewed with bare eyes, never with a bare soul. Feeling no pain, just stunned, maybe blinded, but strangely… no pain.
The rays had not avoided my soul. Singed so precisely that nerve endings could not survive. So quickly that the pain would not be noticeable for hours, even days. Not even knowing the depths of these wounds from which the sadness would pour.
*** Posted by Witness To A Crime on 2011-09-09 ***
This is a poem that I wrote in memory of our fallen heroes...9/11/11
He searched to find the fallen ones
Oh, he searched to find them all.
So, up the stairs that brave one went
Not knowing the towers would fall.
He climbed those stairs through all the smoke
And he called to those who could hear,
He reached for the hands that longed for help
And calmed their worries and fear.
He carried the ones that could not walk
And he directed the ones that could,
He saw the worries smeared across their face
And they knew he understood.
*** Posted by Angelia Horm on 2011-09-09 ***