Sunday, September 11, 2011

This day . . .

. . . is a day of images indelibly burned forever in our memories, obliterating the divine gift of forgiveness. A day born in the commonplace became uncommon in the space of four heartbeats as four aircraft came to an untimely . . . stop.  And, for awhile, everything else stopped, too.  Even our breathing.

I think this date shall always be thus as long as I tread this Earth.  And, perhaps even beyond those days.

The scab is healed, but the scar remains, never to fade.

God bless America.


  1. The anger is back with me this year for some reason. I guess that'll never wholly go away.

  2. "The scar remains" is a good way to put it.

  3. I hear ya, Moogie. Yesterday was bad for me as well.