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On
Wednesday May 29, 2002, I stood at
Ground Zero...
It is not what I saw, but rather what I
felt in my heart...There is such an
eerie feeling.
I felt great sadness and pain and
the memories of that horrible day
flashed in my mind ... I couldn't
help but cry, thinking about all these
innocent people whose lives were taken
so suddenly, for no reasons, by
murderers .....One cannot help but stand
in awe at what we see...we were allowed
to go in very small groups, and there
was a police Officer to let us in and
out after a short period of time...people
were just lining up to wait for a
visit...I had mixed emotions about
going. I will never
forget what I saw and most of all what I
felt....I just don't have the words to
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The
Flag
recovered at the WTC-
now on display at the
Smithsonian Institute
©Photo by Jack Buchanan |
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From
Chuck-USA
My
deepest sympathy to the family and
friends of Ezra Aviles
one of our many fallen heroes |
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CATHEDRAL
OF TEARS
Jutting from the
rubble
Up through the
smoky haze
Like spires of a
Cathedral
Where the
"believer"
prays.
Seven stories of
heartache
Left from the
hundred-ten
Of those two
mighty towers
Never to be seen
again.
For thousands
who have
perished
And the loved
ones they leave
A monument to
all of us
Who shed our
tears, and
grieve.
In its eerie
setting
There was a sort
of beauty
Standing guard
over those
Who died doing
their duty.
A strange sense
of peace
Amidst the scene
of ruin
As others search
for comrades
Who died, doing
what they're
doing.
There's been
heroes by the
hundreds
And some
stories, never
known
But in God's
Cathedral
They'll sit upon
His throne.
The
"Cathedral
Of Tears"
Will last in our
mind's eye
As we bow our
heads
And ask,
"Why, dear
Lord? Why?"
© Del
"Abe"
Jones
Thank you Abe
for sending me
this special
poem
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/delabejones/page1.html
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I
took these
pictures of
Ground Zero,Wednesday
May
29, 2002 |
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Softly
the leaves of
memory fall,
Gently
I gather and
treasure them
all,
Unseen, unheard,
you are always
near,
Still loved,
still missed, so
very dear.
No length of
time can take
away,
My thoughts of
you from day to
day,
Whatever else I
fail to do,
I never fail to
think of you.
(Author unknown) |
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