My son and his friends from creche took flowers to the American Embassy today, they lay them under the flag pole, a flag pole like every other in Wellington today flew at half mast.
Well, after the ugliness that has occured lately I needed to see something pretty, like these poems.
-wistful-
I loved the alliteration in your poem Ob Session. I LOVE alliteration.
bob
Tanq:
I agree with you. Best to tell people that you love them at every opportunity!!! It's a shame, though, that we do spend so much time sharing all the awful stuff. Why is it so simple sometimes to call a loved one a name, or to do some other dastardly deed, but so hard to simply say, "Hey... I love you."
Hey, Rhet... Love you!!!
Blenderites:
I warmly send my thoughts of sadness and cries of support to ALL citizens of this global community. Blender Mixers, TC, Kirk, Gala, and Just Some Girl - YES! Love and words of love are the solitary remains of relationships that many people have this grave morn and our words here at The Blender are not futile or lame. Is it not our love and affection for our friends, family, and freedoms that keep our heads clear? A passage written with purpose and meaning can make even the darkest moment seem less grim.
It is strange how tragedy brings us closer. When humanity feels pain, rarely is that emotion not smothered and embraced with love. Humans are a nurturing species. In NYC, Washington, LA, and accross the world there are visions of hope. Love is the foundation of hope. I am not the praying sort. However, I feel as if my words, though they may seem insignificant in the whole of the universe, are a prayer to my soul and the hearts of those who cherish thier meaning.
Do hold tighter to your family. Do speak out when you see injustice. Do help when you feel it necessary. No measure of love will be ignored by those with whom it helps.
Just Some Girl - sweetheart, thank you. You know my affection for you is deeper than either one of us can understand. You are a major source for inspiration and healing in my life. I hope you are finding these many tragedies (yours, mine, and ours) in the past years to be meaningful and that your suffering is not in vain. I was looking at pictures yesterday of that beautiful man. I can't help but imagine the frenzy of conversation up on The Hill if he were there to feel yesterday's blasts. I hope to see you soon.
Rhet
Please I ask all of you to keep me and my family in your prayers. One of my brothers worked on the 78th floor of the WTC and is now dead. Adn another one works in the pentagon and we have yet to hear from. PLease pray that we here from him and that my family can make it through this ordeal. Thanks, and I am loving some of these posting lately, kepp it up people.
tainted one....
i love "more on nothing..." you have captured the frantic feelings of dispair so well with the style, i have felt my thoughts come like that so often over the past few months... thank you...
peace,
flash
u j/ wanna say the poem "to dhani" made me cry and i send my sympthies to all the familys of everyone
VampireHunter ~ Your plea for prayers is not unheard. I beleive there are prayers in the millions, for you and all those who share your same loss. Mine are among them. Deep peace of the gentle earth to you all.
~Teej
I just wanted to let everyone know that I heard from ShadyGirl this morning, she and her friends and family are all safe, although Long Island is cut off from everywhere else.
She said, Fighter jets flew over her house last night, and that you can see the air craft carriers from the beach..
TK made 2 cardboard planes and asked me to send them to replace the ones 'the bad men' had broken -- and so we are all touched, even those of us here, in New Zealand.
May there be peace.
Take care of your hearts,
dee
my friends and i would like everyone to know that our prayers r w/ them and their family of those who died in nyc
~kare~
I have been married a little under two weeks. Last night, I didn't let go of my husband. We wept together for the innocent lives lost. My heart goes out to the wives who will never again kiss their husbands goodnight.
Today, I had a classroom of 10th graders who couldn't stop talking about yesterday's tragedy. They wanted answers and I had none. It's times like this I don't want to be a "grown up." One student commented that we must pray for God to give peace and understanding. Another student cut her off. "Screw God," she said, "America can take care of itself." Several wept, some for the victims, some for their fathers and brothers who may be at war soon.
I am frightened. Everyone in my city, even though we are so far away, is frightened. A Muslim student came to me today before school. "Are people going to hate me?"
The mid-Eastern family above me, usually so kind, would not meet my eyes today.
Though I know this is not a site to share religion, I urge those of you who do believe there is a God to pray. Many ask how this could happen. I can't help to believe that this is a wake-up call. Not a punishment, but a cry for us to turn back to Him. I am not a fanatic. I am just a young woman who feels prayer makes as much sense as anything in this world.
My students finished "By the Waters of Babylon" on Monday. One wrote the final words on a board today. "We must build again."
It touches me to see them learning... even more to see them caring about those they don't even know.
And finally, the poem below was brought to me by a student... I'm not sure of its origins. It rings so true.
Thank you for allowing me to ramble. I'm alone right now and my heart aches.
Love,
AG
By the waters of Babylon
Were I lay down
I watch this city burn
Burn to the ground (repeat)
And I cried
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, why did this come down?
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, it lasted so long.
By the waters of Babylon
We strolled near by
The sun was soft and warm
And high in the sky (repeat)
And I cried
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
That wasn't that long ago
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, where did the time go?
By the waters of Babylon
We built it high
Like a shining jewel
Against the sky (repeat)
And we cried
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, we wanted to tell
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, we built it so well
By the waters of Babylon
Where I lay down
My children gather near
They gather around (repeat)
They cry
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, what do we do now?
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, where do we go now?
By the waters of Babylon
It flows near by
The orange of the fire
Glows in my eyes (repeat)
I cried
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Lord, I don't what to die
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord,
I still don't understand why
By the waters of Babylon....
Warmboy
I love your poem Bridge of Love! I'm in the exact situation. I don't know if the "he" wants to be a we again. He says he does. He says he loves me, and I love him so much. I will wait as long as I have to. He means the world to me. I don't know what I did to deserve being seperated from him. We are close friends right now, actually a little bit more then that...:o)! I just want him, any part of him. Keep writing...please!
Du'Doll
VampireHunter~
My prayers and thoughts are with you...
Love and hugs, Ali
My heart goes out to New York City and Washington and all the people who are missing family and have lost loved ones. Our prayers are with you and we as AMERICANS are with you in spirit. To all our brave FIREMEN and POLICEMEN, you are our HERO'S and we honor and love you forever. If only all men were like you, there would be no EVIL terrorists.
bk
Amen to all the comments I've read....especially BK. And when we pray I would add one thing. Pray that our leaders do not react out of vengance and hatred themselves. May we achieve justice without further bloodshed...
terry
Du' Doll, it is nice to know that I am not the only one suffering from these kinds of feelings. I have never really written any kind of poetry before these two I have posted, so it gives me great pleasure to know that you enjoyed it and felt as I do through my words.
-Warmboy