A MEMORIAL TO

THE LADY

I wonder what she thought As she stood there, strong and tall. She couldn't turn away, She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort As her country bled? With her arm forever frozen High above her head.

She could not shield her eyes She could not hide her face She just stared across the water Keeping Freedom's place.

The smell of smoke and terror Somehow reduced her size So small within the harbor But still we recognized...

How dignified and beautiful On a day so many died I wonder what she thought, And I know she must have cried.

ONE CANDLE



As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color.

As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class.

As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We became one generation.

As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender.

As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith.

As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language.

As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body.

As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family.

As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became one soul.

As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people.

We are:

One color

One class

One generation

One gender

One faith

One language

One body

One family

One soul

One people

We are The Power of One.

We are United.

We are America.

This candle was lit on the 11th of September, 2001. Please pass it on to your friends & family so that it may shine all across America.

"A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle, it gains a greater brilliance."

~Sundog's


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