White billowing against the clearest blue
I sail on hope that these won’t be the last
October skies I see through freedom’s hue
And breathe a fervent prayer for heroes past
And present tense. I’m guilty as the rest,
Who took for granted liberty hard won,
Assuming birthright in a land so blessed.
I fall now on my knees before the Son,
Bring goodness from this horror, I implore,
Bring beauty from the ashes, that’s Your way,
I’ve seen You do it many times before,
Protect my loved ones through this trying day.

Preserve our land and heroes through this fight.
Deliver us, I pray, from terror’s plight.

10/8/01

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Sin isn't fair, but God got even, grace isn't fair either.  larry c

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free.
~Me~

(I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance~Garth)

God bless America, my home sweet home.

- James
The beauty of nature is displayed,
not through itself,
but through the creatures
dwelling within its bosom.