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Oh, What a tangled web we weave.......
Humanity....weaving webs of deceit since
the beginning of time.
THE LAST DAY
Today, September 11, 2001 - the last of many things to some...
the final hour for those who trod into the planes to meet their God;
a last loved kiss for those who left for World Trade Center, and were bereft.
To those up high amid the Towers, the last sweet scent of earthly flowers.
For the many brave who sped to help - the last breath of life they will have felt.
To many who worked at the Pentagon to keep our country free from harm,
September 11 was their last morn - this day when Infamy was born.
The day another nation cheered when blood was shed of loved ones here.
How can a people find such glee in others' deaths I cannot see.
A generation that never saw a war, now knows the lack of law.
And now we reach that bitter time, our land has lost its peace of mind -
no more will we freely go our way, complacency has its final day.
This day forever seared in red, we look to see what lies ahead.
We pray that God will hear our plea, our land is great, our people free;
may justice and compassion reign, may freedom show through all our pain.
On this last day of naivete', God comfort those who grieve, I pray. Amen
© Joyce Petrosky Hale 9/11/01
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My heart cries..... For those who flew in paths unknown, and found their God had called them home without a chance to say farewell; so quickly did the evil swell. My soul cries...... For those who never heard the voice again that made their heart rejoice; who waited countless hours on end with tears and pain that will not mend. My heart rejoices..... For all the people with their prayer, for helping hands and hearts that care; the volunteers who worked for days hoping for life amid the maze. My soul rejoices..... For a nation that will not back down, a world that's found a common ground. Our grief is theirs, we now unite; side by side, hands held in might! Joyce P. Hale © 9/2001 |
THIS DAY...10/7/01.......
My God, we lift our hands to Thee,
we bow our heads to pray
that You will keep our vision true
upon the path we set this day.
We lift our hearts to ask Thee, Lord...
that you will grant us wisdom long;
that we wage war toward only evil,
that we may keep our courage strong.
We pray the souls who fell that day,
that day of bitter infamy...
may be the last to be the prey
of misdirected tyranny.
Please grant our leaders faith to go
ahead with trials that must be done
to keep the terror from our shores,
and make Earth safe for everyone.
We pray for hearts no longer here -
the faces beloved no more we'll see;
for shattered dreams amid the fires,
and lives that now will never be.
Oh Lord, be with our dads and sons,
our daughters as they face the fire -
Lift up their hearts as they go forth,
lift up their feet as souls grow tired.
Guide those who stand beside us now
to know it's evil we're against...
So please, God Bless America,
and please, protect the innocents.
Amen.
© Joyce P. Hale 10/07/01
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The Human Race - a diverse phrase.
Is Life a game? Is Death a maze?
What is conscience? A goal or a fear?
Does a criminal think only now, and here?
What molds our thoughts - and our empathy?
Who causes our hearts to feel sympathy?
Why do some cry for a loved one lost;
yet others heed not if their souls are tossed?
Some hurt for fun, and kill for pleasure;
and poison the rivers and land for good measure.
The mountains are stripped, and oceans soiled;
and peoples for land and religion despoiled.
Humanity - a contrasting tone.
Most are content with a cozy home,
food on the table, loved ones near;
trees outside, and nature near.
Thank God for those who care for birds,
animals, waters, land and words....
Words to let others know they care,
when trouble strikes, they are always there
to lend a hand by money or time,
and prayer for intercession devine.
The Human Race - by Satan brought down;
Humanity - by God wears a Crown!
© Joyce P. Hale
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Acceptance comes hard.
Acceptance of what Life deals us.
Acceptance of thoughtlessness
and ungratefulness.
Acceptance of loss - of love,
money, faith, etc.
But there is no alternative to survival
than to accept what we cannot change.
© Joyce Hale
Life is an infinite river,
winding through the years;
born from the Spring of woman's womb,
swollen by love and tears;
nourished by tributaries -
those who enter our "rafts,"
but always the undercurrent is there,
our loved ones, present and past.
Since time Immortal the rivers have run,
mingling Humanity, partial to none;
taking the weak to the depths to rest,
daring the strong their mettle to test.
It carries sadness and joy to the sea,
drowns many a dream 'fore its chance to be.
Bears eons along its fertile shore,
mixes memories of now with recollect of yore.
The River of time; the Story of Life -
the triumph of endurance over strife.
The victory of kindness and love over hate;
the cleansing waters of God's River of Fate.
© Joyce P. Hale
Those Who Never Grow Old
Legions of young who will never grow old,
armies of men who will never forget
their laughter and friendship, and lives so bold,
like brothers although they just recently met.
They fight side by side and watch their backs,
they are brothers in spirit and mind;
but some came on home and others did not
and their memories will not fade with time.
For many justice was never obtained,
atrocities, torture and starvation done
against both them and humanity -
heinous crimes that compare to none.
Bless those who ne'er saw their loves ones again,
and never again felt their loving touch.
May God grant forgiveness to hearts that cry,
and peace to eyes that saw too much.
© Joyce P. Hale
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