It felt as if eternity stopped in one day.
Everyone’s eyes were swollen from tears.
No one was talking, just listening, just praying.
A feeling of loss, and not knowing why.
A prayer for those you could not call.
Confusion as to what to do next.
You wait, you wait to hear, to hope,
To pray… 9/11 a day of eternity.
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I sit in my early morning quiet spot
Where I go to hear God
And hopes he will listen as I pray
The night still lingers
The air heavy and damp
The quiet crickets not far away
The old oak tree my morning friend
Salutes upward to morning stars
sweet breeze sways the leaves
The soft rustle of the branches
Speaks gently to remind me the
Spirit calls me to believe.
Christine McNeill-Matteson
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Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
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It was a loaf of bread,
a gift of love
she struggled to say
It is all I have
times were hard
her family at risk
she came to dinner
from a dark abyss
picked as a flower
from spring she left
stormed in the winds
and soon was adrift
It was a loaf of bread
it was all she had
she asked please
take it, and quietly cried
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we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
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