A poem that embraces life, hope and people

Posted 9/11/17

Some believe poetry is the word of life; like the hand that pens it, the heart that embraces it and the bosom that cradles it, hope is its eternal message.

It sharpens the senses.

It soothes …

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A poem that embraces life, hope and people


Some believe poetry is the word of life; like the hand that pens it, the heart that embraces it and the bosom that cradles it, hope is its eternal message.

It sharpens the senses.

It soothes the troubled soul.

It rests the weary mind.

It comforts the lost.

It reassures the downtrodden.

Yet, poetry does far more than just these few printed words of a newspaper editorial could ever describe.

Poetry is an archive. New stanzas of today become inspiring treasures for tomorrow. Their words tell the stories of life, those who lived it, many who shaped it and even more who shared it through a myriad of times, some happy and some broken.

One such emotional work is “Elegy to 9/11,” a history lesson composed in the mind and by the hand of a talented Cleveland writer who died June 3, 2013. He is Church of God of Prophecy bishop William R. Nunnery whose touching words tell many stories:

... That of the misguided who successfully perpetrated an evil and merciless plot for mass murder;

... That of the gallant whose heroism saved countless lives yet their courage came at an ultimate price;

... That of the tragic impact on thousands of the innocent; and

... That of the need to look to a higher ground and to a keener spirit in seeking recovery, acceptance and forgiveness.

He tells of the terror:

“Let me tell you a story, the world will long remember.

“It was the 11th day of the month of September.

“Those awful terrorists flew in from the skies,

“Striking the World Trade Center with great surprise.”

He tells of heroism:

“The firemen did come and policemen too,

“Ever aware of what they were trained to do.

“Entering the towers, up the stairs they did climb,

“Helping on their way whomever they could find.”

He tells of the victims:

“It was said of brave firemen as they moved around,

“Found a lady in her wheelchair trying to get down.

“Several flights of stairs they were able to go,

“With much effort to carry her through darkness and smoke.

“They were assisting her so she might be rescued,

“But at 9:50 Tower Two tumbled and they all were subdued.”

He tells of the survivors:

“A blind man with his dog was found,

“Working his way, trying to reach the ground.

“Another firemen assisted them both you know,

“With his help they were able to reach Ground Zero.

“The man and his dog into the street they went,

“Thanking God for His help and the firemen He sent.”

He tells of the spiritual presence:

“In each situation, moms and dads did die,

“Leaving precious children alone to cry.

“Our Father was touched and angels did come,

“To comfort and help them,

“As moms and dads He welcomed home.”

He tells of the hope:

“Also, the companions of those who lost their lives,

“That God will give them comfort as they struggle to survive.

“And that He be with them as they continue on their way,

“So they can join their loved ones on that great and final day.”

It was a frightening and fateful moment in time, yet one whose nightmare remains with America, and all Americans.

Today is Sept. 11, 2017. Sixteen years ago, death wrapped its icy talons around our people and stabbed fear into the hearts of men, women and children alike.

Some call it a lesson learned.

Some say it was an inevitable crime.

Some believe it signaled a change, one for the worse, in life as we know it.

All are true.

But we call it tragedy of the highest order. It is the unspeakable heartbreak of human beings raising a fist of violence, and death, against the unsuspecting and the innocent.

Murder has no reasoning. Cowardice has no rhyme. And the healing ... it is a slow and painful journey that rips at the soul and spears at the very core of humanity.

Such wounds of the heart are the worst of all.

It is why 9/11 will forever haunt the human race.

It is why the voices of a people must never grow silent and their will to survive must never fade.

It is why the American spirit will rise ever higher, and soar where eagles fly.


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