I'm hurting and wanted to speak of this morning...

It’s a Tuesday… had to be, HAD to be.  How deeply can you cry?  I was laying here… shaking, shivering, and hurting - nothing really new - this morning.  I had turned on the TV for noise - to be less alone in a gray, cold dawn.  Laying here awake… awake - watching life re-unfold… awake as the early dawn brought back my “view”.  You really aren’t supposed to see Angels fly into the ground - you know?  You really, really aren’t supposed to see it - again and again… and again - whenever you close your eyes... awake, asleep - watching what you can’t forget; life replaying over and over.

 

I wrote this at 3:29 AM, 9/12/2001  and just cried - again.

 

September11.txt     text docu...     9/12/2001 3:29 AM

 

"September 11, 2001..."

 

Tears carry a price…

and the silence is never just

behind your eyes - at 3 AM.

 

Side by side by side by side

Four columns wide

a whole world long.

Candles lit and carried close

as dear to these

as those they lost.

The world echoes loud

with the piper's sounds

and the tapping of the drums.

 

Innocence found holding hands

while falling through the sky.

Each Angel flows so silently past,

their wings - their shrouds - remaining furled,

awaiting all the time in their world

as God draws them close

with muffled smile as each returns home.

 

Un-forgotten faiths drawn and

held close equally by all -

the moments’ terrors felt so deep within -

they tried, reached, watched, hoped…

as friends, some unknown just before,

die helping as best they could...

as only true friends would.

 

Fearful bravery and with

streaming tears...

forever marring their ash strewn world.

Lives now endlessly new - new

yet forever marked

by what was lost...

humanity's cost.

 

Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters;

husbands and wives and children too;

beloveds and all the others;

Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews -

people of every human hue

in common instant deathly gray

this night made of an Indian Summer's day.

 

I watched and saw and heard...

the sanity of madness,

the sanctity of murder,

the 'rightness' of doing wrong,

singing for the death of innocents,

dancing for the blood of children,

laughter for the loss of all...

and I cried.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[...]

I do not feel free, to say anything more than what you have said...I am left to stand in awe of its depth. The tragedy of humanity...

[kyam]

That says it all on that tragic day. You said so much that touches the very soul. It makes me cry, the words you have put out it seems so carefully. Chris your writing is so deep and amazing and touches me so. It's a real honor to read, you put so much meaning and feelings into it and the description is WOW! I'm at a loss for words, my Dear.......Kyam

[Chris]

They showed people ...jumping from the Restaurant and other windows at the two towers and followed them to their death. They showed places in the middle east where they laughed, danced, jeered and cheered as they watched and listened to the towers coming down.

[kyam]

It's so sad that humanity is that distorted. I forgive them but cannot (thank God) understand their thinking, but I have not walked miles in their shoes either......Blessings,Kyam

[KWP]

and as a planet we still don't learn the lessons ... :( ...

[Renée]

read, and listened in silence....

[olla]

it is appropriate that we remember.. and yes.. cry again..

[Einstein Noodle]

this tears me up...these are raw and heartfelt...i am sorry for you and all of us that lost something that day...some so much more than others...innocence and vulnerability weeps off your piece..
E.

[Chris]

Seems there are always "challenging" times to live within ...every day, month, year, decade...lifetime.

[Dye]

What a sad, thoughtful and soul filled poem penned here Chris. This brought me back to that day and all the sadness and tears that came with it. You've captured an emotion that was felt around the country.

[Tricia O'Brien]

....I'm shaking my head in awe
Much love and respect
Trish-

[Rogue]

This is a wonderful expression of feeling and emotion for a day and a tragedy that left not only a nation, but a world in shock. A day so hard to define in the hearts and minds of those witnessing it. Yet, you have managed, through words that ring with truth, to do that beautifully.

Thank you for sharing this.

[Nestor Gonzalez]

you spoke directly to my sou, language very rarely does that you know? you captivated your emotions and released them to the reader