I was in NY on 9/11 and heading into the city on business when the planes hit. As a New Yorker and like so many others, I knew people in those buildings and the incident cut me to the core.
So many emotions filled me and as I tried to come to terms with them the following poem came to me that seemed to sum up those feeling. It is as follows:
They Cried on 9/11
So what were they thinking when they woke up that morning, the morning of 9/11? Did they know what the day would bring? Or did they go about their day as usual, get dressed, get the kids off to school, catch the train? Did they kiss their loved ones good-bye not knowing it would be for the last time? Did they know? Could they have known?
And the mothers cried and the fathers cried, they cried on 9/11
Did that bright sunny day offer any clues as to the horror that would be? When they boarded those planes could they have know they would be tested beyond belief? Or what of the firemen who answered the call, could they have envisioned their fate. It all could have changed if they had not gone in early but instead been a little bit late.
And the world cried, yes the world cried, we cried on 9/11
And what did they think when their mothers or fathers didn’t come home that day? Did they imagine the worst? Or did they keep up hope against hope they soon would arrive safe? Now how could they manage or even survive?
And the children cried, oh yes the children cried, they cried o 9/11
And what we they thinking when they laid out their plans, those delivers of evils unknown? Did they search their souls or have any regrets or were they simply too lost or too stoned? All of these things may remain unknown and that is probably good.
And the maker cried, you know the maker cried, he cried on 9/11
Thanks for checking in and lets hope we never forget and we continue to work for and pray for peace.