How does this Poem make you feel?

Question

Hours After The Attack On The World Trade Center


Weeks ago, I fell in love with that bright city.
I took no photographs, surprised by how
diminutive stood Liberty, the pity
I had so long envisioned on her brow.

The streets of low Manhattan cleanly raced
along the base of building fronts which bore
toward the clouds -- a pale, calm canyon's face
around the Towers, built when I was four.

I've cried this morning to a liquid shred
to see one hour's potency, to see
the desperate faces of the knowing dead
choosing to die in flight instead of heat.

Three black birds hurried skyward once the last
abomination pierced the southern tower,
as if, like mine, their courses had been cast
to seek the Kingdom, glory, and the power

and brood upon the first great desecration.
"Then there was war in Heaven," Saint John wrote.
The fire which scarred that moment of our nation
was nothing less than falling rebel host.



In Ramah


In Moscow, red and yellow blooms were laid
before our nation's embassy. The bells
of Notre Dame rang out. An esplanade
of candles flared for us in Kosovo.

The Muslims in Jerusalem rejoiced
to witness Allah slay the infidels,
while silence from the free and many-voiced
in South Korea recognized our slain.

St. Paul's was filled to bursting, and its Queen
wore black, but in New York, the dimming skyline
remains a seared and brokenhearted scene
whose towering Twins we'll never glimpse again.


September 11, 2001


How can I ever put those scenes to bed --
the bodies tumbling from the upper floors,
imaginings of all the private wars
which must have marked the dying of the dead?

How can I fail to weep till I am dust,
remembering the ashen forms that filled
those streets, and must I love the ones who killed?
The answers come, "You cannot," and "You must."

This poem is by Jennifer Reese http://www.geocities.com/poetryafterseptember112001/reeserpoem.html

Michael P. Very true and made me think a lot!

Answer 1

It is great. Read this tear jerker...

."MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL

"You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news On September 11, 2001. Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-Bye."

I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he was not coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.

"I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls.

I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken.

I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, and London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me.

Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.Some sought Me with their last breath.

Somecouldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to Me... this way... take my hand."

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.I did not place you in the Tower that day.

You maynot know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time would you have reached for Me?

September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well.

Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments..

Answer 2

I still have a hard time reliving those moments of horror. I can't possibly imagine the sheer terror that went through the minds of ALL those who lost their lives on that terrible day in September. That last verse says it all though. You find it impossible to love the ones who did that horrible act but yet, they too are humans and as such we ARE bound to love them. We can condemn their acts of insanity but them, we must love.

BB,
Raji the Green Witch

Answer 3

How many "9/11"s has the United States committed against other nations?

How many mother's tears does that add up to?

Answer 4

Ashes to ash and dust to dust,
so goes the soot,
so goes the grime,
of the hard worker's parallel's lives,
tortured,
dismembered,
dismayed,
as the one shot heard across the globe,
the dismay,
the eclectic,
disillusionment,
of that one "sunny" day,
where there was,
yet no sun,
where our sons,
glory lay.........


AMEN

Answer 5

I think that the last one is good