September Morning
Crushed
By the numbers and images.
Falling buildings, broken hearts
Crashing Planes, crushed bodies
Jumping people, hijacked dreams.
America staggers
Under the weight.
Fear, anger, disbelief,
lost innocence.
Our hearts are fallen,
Our minds unable to conceive this evil
Hiding amongst us.
As the fog of dust and ashes
begins to settle,
We lift our flags
In homes, businesses,
and even amidst the rubble.
Reaching a hand to God
We pull ourselves first
to our knees, and then
United
As “one nation, under God,”
We stand as fast as we can
To face a changed September,
Mourning.
by Miriam Jones (2001)