Inspiration Friday : A Tribute to the Heros & Victims of 9/11
Since the announcement by President Barack Obama that the man who masterminded one of the most horrific events in our nations history had been caught and brought to justice, I have been unable to think of little else other than what happened on September 11th, 2001. So much changed on that day. So many lives were lost and ordinary citizens gave their lives to preserve our nation’s freedoms.
As the months and years passed we all sought ways to come to grips with this new reality. Drunell Levinson, a fabric artist and quilter who had witnessed the plane crashes came up with the brilliant idea of bringing quilters from around the world together to create a memorial tribute to the victims and heros of September 11th. This project gave thousands of quilters and the sewing community an outlet for their grief and provided a symbolic way that they could honor those who were lost.
TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, “Lets sit, lets chat”
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
“I have a dream!” and once he did
The Newcomer said, “Your dream still lives.”
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
“We’re from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine”
The Newcomer said, “You died not in vain.”
From a man on sticks one could hear
“The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, “We know the rest,
trust us sir, we’ve passed that test.”
“Courage doesn’t hide in caves
You can’t bury freedom, in a grave,”
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
“Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we’re not”
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, “Don’t talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me”
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just ’cause they must
So said Martin, as he watched the scene“Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.”
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in ’45
“You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You’re not really gone.
All of those people, even those who’ve never met you
All of their lives, they’ll never forget you
Don’t you see what has happened?
Don’t you see what you’ve done?
You’ve brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
“Take my hand,” and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
What a shame!
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