September 11; Pausing To Reflect
As we approach the anniversary of the tragic events that unfolded on a beautiful day in New York City five years ago it is a time to pause, a time to reflect, a time to remember the terrible loss of lives, the inexplicably violent and horrific, mindless acts that led to that saddest of events, the falling of the World Trade Centre.
At middle age, this tragedy stands alone in my mind as one of the most horrific events during my lifetime and clearly one that will remain in memory indefinitely...with great sadness.
As a Canadian who has relatives of American citizenship, and one who has shared many wonderful moments with friends south of our border, it grieves me deeply to recall not only the events of that day but the apparent reasons for this mindless attack.
The intent of this post is in no way an effort to politicize this journal, rather simply a personal reflection, a tribute if you will to those lives lost...and their loved ones left behind to mourn their passing.
As an author of poetry I write of my observations of a wide variety of themes, many reflecting happiness, but also some verse touching upon those events in our lives that have a profound impact on our emotions, our sense of being, our dignity, our humanity.
We seem to live in increasingly troubled times and our attempts to rationalize what occurs in our world are sometimes an enormous task. The events of 9-1-1 are remembered at the anniversary of this tragic day five years ago. For this writer the memories are re-visited very often.
For yet another moment I pause to reflect....
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SEPTEMBER 11 BRINGS SADNESS AND HOPE
Long will we remember this fateful day of terror in the skies, death in a horrible way. So tragic and senseless, never again we pray.
For those who perished and their loved ones.
Horrific images recount the scene
Shimmering towers collapse to the street
Precious lives lost in a moment of hate
Painful memories relived on this day
With sadness we pray for those left behind
Grief-stricken parents, a tormented spouse
A child to raise whose parent is gone
Shaken by nightmares to last a lifetime
City blocks ashen, smoke billowing long
The World Trade Centre, symbolic, now gone
In tribute we pause for the heroes that day
Whose own life met peril, rescuers' fate
Hope and renewal live on in our dreams
Standing united against evil things
Blessed are those who fell silent this day
Our heads bowed in prayer, remembering you
Copyright 2004 by Don MacIver
At middle age, this tragedy stands alone in my mind as one of the most horrific events during my lifetime and clearly one that will remain in memory indefinitely...with great sadness.
As a Canadian who has relatives of American citizenship, and one who has shared many wonderful moments with friends south of our border, it grieves me deeply to recall not only the events of that day but the apparent reasons for this mindless attack.
The intent of this post is in no way an effort to politicize this journal, rather simply a personal reflection, a tribute if you will to those lives lost...and their loved ones left behind to mourn their passing.
As an author of poetry I write of my observations of a wide variety of themes, many reflecting happiness, but also some verse touching upon those events in our lives that have a profound impact on our emotions, our sense of being, our dignity, our humanity.
We seem to live in increasingly troubled times and our attempts to rationalize what occurs in our world are sometimes an enormous task. The events of 9-1-1 are remembered at the anniversary of this tragic day five years ago. For this writer the memories are re-visited very often.
For yet another moment I pause to reflect....
------------------------------------
SEPTEMBER 11 BRINGS SADNESS AND HOPE
Long will we remember this fateful day of terror in the skies, death in a horrible way. So tragic and senseless, never again we pray.
For those who perished and their loved ones.
Horrific images recount the scene
Shimmering towers collapse to the street
Precious lives lost in a moment of hate
Painful memories relived on this day
With sadness we pray for those left behind
Grief-stricken parents, a tormented spouse
A child to raise whose parent is gone
Shaken by nightmares to last a lifetime
City blocks ashen, smoke billowing long
The World Trade Centre, symbolic, now gone
In tribute we pause for the heroes that day
Whose own life met peril, rescuers' fate
Hope and renewal live on in our dreams
Standing united against evil things
Blessed are those who fell silent this day
Our heads bowed in prayer, remembering you
Copyright 2004 by Don MacIver
posted by Don MacIver at
1:30 a.m.
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