"From The UK To The US We Are One World With You"
 
One world,
woven from billions of intricate threads...
each one a soul...
each with an entire world of possibilities in its fabric heart...
Stitched together, they form a tapestry -
torn apart, they form shreds
One world,
woven from billions of intricate threads...
praying for the blessing of skilful needlework.
Nurture your needles carefully,
lest they become swords while your back is turned.
Written By,John Hulmeİ 2001
This morning I could see
the scorch of roasted sky
in the wake of a missile...
But the air was clear,
and I woke up
ready for better dreams.
I woke up knowing that
fellowship and love
still wins in small packets
even where it seems to have lost.
I woke up knowing
that being undervalued
can be the most precious thing
because it makes the magic
that much greater
when people see your true worth.
I woke up
scribbling my soul on the wet sand
same as always.
This morning, however,
I knew the tide would listen.
Written By,John Hulmeİ 2001
"By being vulnerable, we allow ourselves to feel - and there is nothing braver in this world than that.
I don't claim to believe we live in a perfect world, but I do believe that some values are too precious to lose, and that these are the values we need to hold on to when the world seems to be crumbling around us. It may be that the eyes of the dragon see us as weak or foolish for retaining them, but dragons come and go, and their destructive fires can never build anything as precious as a soul with the ability to feel, no matter how deeply-fuelled the flame might be."
One point which has been made a few times this afternoon is that events in the USA today have proved everyone is vulnerable. I can't easily argue with that. There aren't any barriers that can't somehow be breached by some well-executed attack or another... whether by bullet, blade, missile or hijacked jet. At some level, we're all vulnerable at some time or other... whether to attack or just to fear itself. I certainly saw a lot of that this afternoon, as people tried to consider the ramifications of what has just happened.
But it's a funny thing about vulnerability. I have felt scared and vulnerable more times than I can remember, but I know it's part of who I am. Alll the best parts of me, the parts that make other people's spirits soar, the parts that allow me to do my best work, all come from the same sensitivity that makes me vulnerable.
Being vulnerable is actually what makes me strong, and always has been (even when I don't feel it). There is nothing strong or brave about being a fortress - only emptiness, coldness, detatchment...
By being vulnerable, we allow ourselves to feel - and there is nothing braver in this world than that.
There are people in this world who would tell us that such sentiments are bourgeois, phoney - the ideological luxuries of pampered elitism. They will tell us that we have no right to claim such feelings, that we only do so through the pain of others... and that one set of suffering ultimately justifies another set of senseless murders if it makes us all sit up and discard the most precious of our values.
John Hulmeİ 2001
"I think sometimes the Universe smiles when we touch
one another's souls."
John Hulmeİ 2001
"This Page was created for a
special friend whose heart reaches out to all the
World,through his loving verse above.
So in all respects this Memorial site is a combination of two dear friends from the UK..John H.a poet and writer and Cathy A.the webmistress."
We have been touched by the outpouring of support from so many places around the world. With people from 62 countries losing their lives in New York and the Pentagon, this is truly an attack on the entire civilized world.
We pray constantly for a speedy answer in the wake of last week's deadly attacks.
In this place within our hearts we grieve for all lives lost,Children have lost their parents,
husbands and wives have lost their spouses, and mothers and fathers have
lost their sons and daughters in this horrendist crime to humanity on Sept.11,2001...Our deepest Respect
and gratitude to all the rescue workers,for all those who gave their lives to try and help others.
Gods blessings be with the world.
John H. and Cathy A.
Cathy's Realm Of Dream Poetry
John's Weave of Whispers
"In Memory Of The Lives Lost and Victims of
the World Trade Centre and Pentagon In The USA"
"The Day The Whole World Cried"
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