9-11

Hello from my heart to yours....

"Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?" 

 

Alan Jackson, one of my favorite country singers

I was searching for last year's blessing for this day to get some kind of inspiration on what to write....... and well, I didn't send one... I did find ones from years prior... but they didn't inspire me much... the message still remains the same... it was one of the saddest days in history... and always will be... 

It is hard to write something meaningful regarding the events of 9/11... I searched the internet to find something, but there didn't seem to be much in the way of thoughtful poetry or prose by anyone that moved me in a wow way... maybe because writers aren't much different than anyone else; all of us suffered the same raw feelings regarding the event... and who really wants to write about it? ... worse, that the devastation was brought to us live on television.. in real time... not to mention the endless replays of the tragedy... how can words be as vivid as the visuals we all experienced?  Everyone remembers where they were when the world stopped turning that September day...   and 11 years later... the memory seems as vivid as if it happened yesterday....

Of course, I did find a poem by my good and faithful friend, Rod McKuen, that I'd like to share with you today...

SOME HEROES /  9-11 SOME YEARS ON

Some Heroes do not engage, are passive in the fight. Dying unaware that any battlefield grew up around them. Some heroes are just passing through on their way to work or home, making love and lunch appointments on cell  phones, in cellblock cubicles. Some heroes whistle on their way to death caught unawares while polishing politeness eating or deleting Spam, expiring in delirium, not unwilling but not knowing, with no final will  tucked into top left-hand drawer. Some heroes learn to fly without a practice  run, a test on some low country hill. And more  than one young hero never reached a poppy  field because they turned to dust or powder while God was taking his usual time returning earth to earth, dust to natural dust.  If the battle comes to them then I insist heroes are heroes and they need not enlist. To die without a chance to choose, choice  left to chance makes heroes sure as targets practiced and then hit by marksman or marked man in battle gear. Some heroes  good & true become so just by being there. First published in Flight Plan 9/11/2006

I, also, give you a youtube link of the song.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AW8puRqE4Sc

As I remember that day, I reflect on the following quote..... it reminds me to continue to have faith, hope and love in my heart... it reminds me to pray and live my life in grace and as the blessed person God intends me to be....

"....Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee..." 

Remember that you are loved beyond measure and a cherished blessing to me and the world...

May your day be filled with remembrance and prayer... for those heroes who became so by just being there... for the families they left behind ... and for the people of this wondrous country that will never forget where they were when the earth stopped turning.... 

GOD BLESS THE USA!

Elena