September 11, 2011
by Robert G Parent
I'm sitting here at 8 o'clock at night listening to the crickets chirp outside my window. Cars float by barely making a sound going to who knows where.
Ten years ago today a disaster no one has ever seen. Four planes, one aimed at the White House, one aimed at the Pentagon, and two aimed at the World Trade Center's tallest buildings. Four planes controlled by those who don't respect life, including their own.
How are we supposed to morn those lost souls taken from us before their time? Still after hearing audio from that time makes me cry for those lost souls and those they left behind.
What can we do? Do we hate, Love, or Forgive what happened on that day ten years ago? Each person in those buildings had to know at some point they were going to die, to not enjoy the beauty, the magic of this world. I want to know if some of them cried, or yelled at the injustice shaking their hands toward the sky, or did they have a chance to call their loved ones left behind and tell them one more time how much they loved them.
What can cause someone to kill, and even kill in the name of religion or some unseen God? What type of training did they receive as children, being born and growing up into a place full of hate and much ugliness? Is it any wonder these children grow up as they do in a world without love, not respecting themselves or any life. Maybe we should pray for healing for those lost children so the future will not see another disaster as the one that happened on September 11, 2001.
Love is such a powerful energy. It brings people together. It opens up doors for a promising future. It shows people what their true potential can be.
The sadness of that day continues and multiplies in its abundance. I sit here on a quiet night and wonder, when will the cycle be broken. A tear rolls down my cheek; I bow my head in silence; I remember.