September 12 , 2001 5:00 a.m. pdt
"Tragedy"
There is an ill wind blowing through our realities right now,
A sense of dread, a thought unsaid, substantial emotion bursting forth
Imagined latitudes of worth, the ever present feelings of safety have fled.
The world is not the same world this morning.
We have lost a precious memory of reality
We have lost what innocence we thought we had
We have lost a world view that has been changing for two thousand years
There is confusion, thoughts of retribution, who can I turn to? God and man
We watched, we cried, we saw a great chunk of humanity perish
And now, as we begin this morning in the shaky aftermath of uncertainty
I feel we need to know there is much more to cherish
My thoughts, and yours, are with the souls of this incredible tragedy
We suffer with them, as we question our leaders, our redeemers, and our souls as well
It is with another steely resolve with which we have to meet the day
Because what we lost yesterday can never be regained
Much will be remembered in history
If history survives the implications
A tragedy of biblical proportions portends a world to stop and pray
And my heart goes out to all humanity today.
Nothing in life prepared us
Nothing we feel, read, or see
So the morning of the rest of what's left of our sanity
We'll just have to breathe deep, wait and see.
For if this is the end time predicted so long ago,
Then we will fight the battle for good and for God
And if this ruthless murder of a way of life is the fault of the few
Or of an incorrect ideology, then we will eventually punish this
Grand infraction.
Humanity is just not the same today.
We grieve for our friends, families, and unseen irrationalities.
If we naively believed we could live life without enemies,
We know now that this is not so.
If we felt sad for that part of the world when they suffer each day
As they have suffered for centuries, because we saw their pain
on television, we felt sad from afar
Now that sadness is at our front door
The skyline of America has changed.
But not the resolve which makes up a global power
Through all insanity, there will be some voice of reason
And everything will change after this.
This morning the world is not the same.
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