Towers Two"

~ Chuck Igo ~

September 14, 2001

Towers two of glass and steel, reaching for the sky.

Built by man, his blood and sweat,

Mixed with cement and more, and yet.

A building strong and fortress-like, five sides and rings inside.

Our men of war contained therein,

We'd think that nothing could get in.

Sleepy travelers waking up, their destination west.

They'd said "Goodbye! We'll see you soon!"

They never even saw that noon.

Brave men and women heard the call and fate soon intervened.

Their efforts brave, their fears aside,

They ventured knowingly inside

Towers two of steel and glass

And a building born of wars long past.

A shadow grew in length that day, from some place dark and deep.

As evil reared its ugly head,

Far too many wound up dead.

The darkness grew, a large, short spurt, its celebration brief.

Unknown to it, the evil force,

We dug down deep for our resource.

Yet now we pause, our faith at test, inquiring aloud,

"Why them and now? They're innocent!"

Emotions drained and taxed and spent.

One day we'll know the answers to this quandary dark and deep.

Beliefs having been tested,

Weary souls long since rested,

Pulled Heaven-ward from what remains

Of a building born of wars long past

And towers two of steel and glass

E Pluribus Unum

Sept 11, 2001

My heart ached.

I was tired of crying.

Tired of hoping.

Exhausted from feeling,

the day American's came

to my aid.

I stretched to place

a coin into an offering,

and I read,

'E Pluribus Unum,

In God We Trust'.

I saw a lone man

waving a flag

on the overpass

of the freeway.

A young boy looking on

as his father in a ponytail

lovingly smoothed

a flag bumper sticker

to the back window of

their car.

A woman burying

her face in the flag,

and another whose tear

sizzled against the wick

of a flickering candle.

I listened to those who

too often argued bitterly

about who is wrong

and who is right

say

"we".

I too heard,

a president

who listened,

and who prayed.

I healed a bit,

as exhausted rescuer

choked up with

"I'm only doing my job."

and I closed my eyes

and hugged my child

when he whispered,

"We'll be better tomorrow mom."

Tonight, I am not white

or black, or yellow.

I am not a Jew or a

Christian

or a pagan.

I am not Japanese,

or French or Danish.

I am not a mourner

or a survivor

or even a rescuer.

I am, an American

just like them,

just like you.

In many, we are one.

E Pluribus Unum.

© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed

September 14 2001

Long May Our Flag Wave.......

Stop and sign my guestbook ,

feel free to visit my holidays,

and I hope to see you again

sometime real soon...

            God Bless..........