After the Evanescing...

Reflections of 9/11
keenly unaware of impending doom, sinister hearts rising from vile shadows consumed by their mission of hate and death, carefully orchestrated missiles of iniquity aimed at freedom’s heartbeat, jet fuel incinerating innocence, tearing down Liberty’s sapphire heavens one anonymously tuesday morning, snowless snow blanketing first responders and survivors, alike. and so we watched, helpless in our horror*, history streaming on TV screens or in skies above as molasses-laden seconds dripped by, burning images of american icons under attack in this nation’s collective memory; soon joining other dark days…pearl harbor, jfk’s assassination, and the space shuttle Challenger’s fiery fate, nightmares, forever shared. then, an ominous hush…drowned by madly blaring sirens announcing once striking crystal castles reduced to broken shards and twisted steel, cloistered walls of power breached, and airplane remains scattered…scattered; yet, emerging from the gruesome wreckage which remained rose the undaunted spirit within, everyday people turned heroes staunchly defending our country’s honor, and our God-given rights. and so we mourned…grieving together and in our own ways, celebrating lives lost much too early, all doing our best to diminish their absence and our pain with curb-side shrines and solemn memorials, candle-light vigils and crowd sing-a-longs, thoughtful prayer breakfasts and loud, marching bands, searching for answers to mend broken hearts, small seeds of Hope slowly beginning to heal an anguished nation.

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pain reaches across All ethnicities, red, white, and blue the only colors that mattered in the passing days, weeks, and months as empty dinner chairs left families desperately seeking closure; sadly, time does not heal all wounds, it is a nice lie we like to believe…time is merely a bandage, coupled with an ointment of forgetting that leads to an angry scar soon covered with long sleeves. and so we lived…wearing brave faces as a tsunami of Change swept over us; eating freedom fries, we watched star spangled news about homeland security and the patriot act, intently aware of daily terror alert colors—though not quite sure what they meant, often clothed in upbeat t-shirt slogans reminiscent of the alamo, proudly splashed across bumpers and briefcases.

progress does not always imply progress, sometimes keeping things never sought—long lines at airport checkpoints, cynical stares at strangers, tomorrow’s caution stealing our yesterdays, even with the dark demon slain; yet, dawn brings new focus, new reasons to dream…still living our lives to Honor theirs, while never forgetting what it means to be united, never forgetting what it means to be free. --KH Ricker 7/2011

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