Tenth Anniversary of 9/11: We Will Never Forget

Tenth Anniversary of 9/11: We Will Never Forget

Waking, walking, winding,

Ever so slowly,

My way downstairs.

I hear voices talking,

Describing,

Discussing,

What my heart could hardly bare.

Shocked,

And awed,

At the screaming, scary scenes taking place before me.

Unsure,

Unanswered,

Questions,

At what my eyes could see.

One,

Then two,

Then three,

Then four,

Oh,

Dear God,

Please,

Don’t let there be,

Any more.

Terror,

Now fear,

Of what has,

And,

Would become,

Of those,

I love,

And hold most dear.

Story,

After story,

Year,

After,

Year,

It seems,

That,

Once again,

Yesterday,

Is,

Here.

NO!

History has not,

Repeated its tale.

But,

Memory is,

Strong,

Lives lost,

Live on,

In hearts,

On minds,

Fresh starts,

Pasts rewind.

Ten years now gone,

Though the day is fresh,

We love,

We miss,

We hold on still yet.

In honor,

In hope,

In momentous strength,

In united inspiration,

America tried,

America true,

America old,

America new,

The battles still rage,

The war far from won,

Fresh soldier,

Citizen proud,

Police officers, Firemen, Rescuers and Homecoming Vet,

We honor all still yet.

America,

We,

Will,

Never,

Forget!

Written by Marlena H. Johnston, ©2011

Antidote to the Curse

Antidote to the Curse

Is there no justice left for me?

Or am I doomed to be,

An Object,

Of Your Misery?

What once I thought,

No longer holds true,

For anyone in ear shot,

Of the venom you spew.

You slither and slide,

A friend to pretend,

Your fangs you hide,

Until the bitter end.

And as I lay defeated and hurt,

A smile you show,

As at my door you offer a shirt.

Aware now of your true I. D. -

I feel Christ strengthen me.

I am not defeated,

Nor am I like you.

On my throne I stay seated,

For in Christ I hold my value.

It is His grace I offer,

Never my own.

While you may be surrounded,

Know, that neither I, am alone.

A venom proof armor,

Dressed,

Am I in.

I look at His righteousness,

And not your or my sin.

I follow the example of my Father,

My friend,

For it is through the eyes of love,

I now see,

Not only you,

But most importantly,

ME.

So spew your venom,

Shed your skin,

But be cautious, though, dear Sister,

Of His mighty wind,

And Healing Rain,

That blows back,

Erasing the stench and stain,

For where your Judgment and Law,

Hurt and Pain,

Now reside,

His grace grows and expands,

As you slither and hide.

I will pray for you dear Sister,

But that is where it ends,

For I now love from a distance,

Christ, the only True Friend.

He will guide and direct me,

To those I can trust,

And, I will leave you to your wonder lust.

Forgiveness I give,

My memory strong,

My life is mine and His alone,

Your focus now forced,

Not on mine,

But your own.

©2011 Marlena H. Johnston