REMEMBER SEPTEMBER

Remember September, not for the harvest ripe with grain

But for the harvest of souls

Unleashed from earth’s bonds by desperate acts of terror

As the world watched in horror at what could not be true

But was true.

And in two hours we all were changed forever.

 

Remember September, not for the fear we came to feel

But for the dust covered faces

Of those who wiped the tears, held the hands, and gave us hope

As we covered out mouths in silence at what we watched.

And we knew

That those two hours changed us all forever.

 

New scars were felt upon the face of our nation,

Upon a field where flowers had been growing,

Upon a place where great decisions were being made,

Upon the places where our brothers came and went about the business of their lives;

Scars that would mend but never fade,

Wounds, which would heal, but hurt for endless days.

 

But scars were ever part of the fabric of our nation

Upon the warriors who dearly bought our freedoms

Upon the dreamers who brought us new horizons

Upon the teachers who opened our eyes and lighted our way with understandings

Scars, which have healed, but are not forgotten

Wounds that have mended and have made us strong.

 

Remember September, not for the dread we have come to know

As we revisit that day, that time.

But for the chance for re-awakenings, new beginnings,

Quiet determinations to make our time on earth

A better time,

To make the earth a better place for us all.

 

JJ