September 12, 2001
As I sit out on my porch, I feel an odd still in the air. It's like the entire Earth is taking a moment of silence. The crickets still sing, the birds still chirp but something in the air is different. The sky is still, the moon is hidden behind clouds, there are only a few stars visible. Maybe it's just me wanting it to be different, wanting the Earth to mourn for my country. Could be She cares less. I don't like that scenario.
I've felt a still in my heart all day. Looking around at people huddled near gas stations, watching them suspiciously eyeing anyone different, watching the television. . . I saw an old man in a pharmacy watching the news in silent tears. Was it because he's seen war? Was it because someone in his family was in New York? I didn't ask. We all just sat there silently reassuring each other that tomorrow would be a new day.
Tragedy brings us all together. I can feel the grief all around me but I can also feel the warmth. People reaching out to each other and trying to sooth the pain that will never go away. The nation tries to heal even in the midst of the crisis.
Will this be the end of it? I doubt it. I can only hope more people survived this attack than died in it. I hope that this will be the worst attack on the US ever. I hope this isn't the beginning of the next World War. The next World War will probably be fought with biological and nuclear weapons. I don't want to be alive to see it.
I also hope that this won't be the start of more violence against our own people. I've heard reporters talk about racial attacks against those people who fled from their government to the safety of the US. This isn't the time to pass blame to other Americans (no matter what their racial background). Only love can heal a mess that hate creates. There is no need to harm more innocent people.
I guess tomorrow will be another day and life goes on for the living. However, today I feel like ranting nonsensically. Today it's my right to feel for the people hurt, to send love to the people still alive in the rubble praying that someone will save them and to be upset at the world for letting this happen. Today will pass. Tomorrow the sun will rise and soon, we'll move from mourning to morning.
Posted by vixen at September 12, 2001 06:51 PM
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