A Few of FR's Finest...Every Day...09-10-04....September 11, 2001 - A Day To Remember

Aquamarine, NickNamedBob

[Aquamarine]

World Trade Center
New York City

Towers of Life

They stood hushed and glimmering in the night,
Giants able to frame the moon,
Slumbering magnificently in their might.

Day breaks and the sun gently warms their skin,
Veins begin to pulse with life,
The spirit of a thousand of kin.

Evil tears towards them through the brilliant morning sky,
Propelled by the blackest of hate,
Guided by a lie.

Barely risen they stand with no defense,
Innocent and distracted they are not prepared,
The pain about to be inflicted intense.

Like a bolt of lighting that shatters the morn,
Evil crashes once then twice into their sides,
Their bodies are scorched and torn.

Horribly crippled they continue to stand,
Holding onto life until the last,
Orders are given, they take the command.

The battle is brief, the giants begin to yield,
Life drains from every artery,
Their fate is sealed.

Collapsing to zero,
First to one knee then to the next,
From their dust will emerge so many a hero.

The question is asked,
How can such evil exist.

- JDK

In Memory of Lives Lost
September 11, 2001

Keeper of the Stars

(music)

Pentagon - Washington D.C.

When Worlds Collide

When hatred, like a cancer cell, learns to spread its seed,
The whole world is the patient, and global is the need.
A force for evil is unleashed, that tears at peaceful hearts,
And those who worship evil learn the darkest of its arts.

The wills that seek to rise above the mundane plows they share,
And forces that can lift them and propel them in the air,
Are beaten into weapons which can strike a deadly blow,
A dragon’s breath which rains its death on innocents below.

The world awakened slowly to the peril at its door,
And had difficulty focusing on hurt that was in store.
It took two blows to understand the treachery that came,
And just a little longer then to know what was to blame.

Yet another part of the attack was on a star,
Whose light was meant to warn us when a threat came from afar.
Already we were moving to deflect the serpent’s fangs,
But not before its target had begun to feel the pangs.

Though thousands were before it when it sought to hit the mark,
Only hundreds were imperiled as it struck out of the dark.
Only hundreds, only hundreds. Even one would be too many,
In the listings of the victims we’d prefer there weren’t any.

The poison seed of hatred has infected normal men,
And turned them into demons who can not return again.
These demons would attack the very angels in the air,
And plunge them like a dagger at the ones for whom they care.

This is now a battle unlike any seen on Earth,
And we are now the witnesses for Satan at his birth.
Conventional responses will be laughed at by his spawn,
Just as fire is not weakened by the coming of the dawn.

Truth shall be our weapon, that all people should be free,
We can’t be safe ourselves ’til we secure their liberty.
Let every father’s son know that the world is his to love,
Or judgment will be swift and it will come from up above.

We must call the angels down, and interrupt their chorus,
And none of us can shirk the daunting task that lies before us,
For we have witnessed evil done and know who must be blamed,
And we must fight the hatred that has Heaven now inflamed.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . August 30, 2004

Field in Pennsylvania

Love Takes Flight

These woods have forged some heroes, in fields and in the sky,
The kind who, when the moment came, were not afraid to die.
The morning had been peaceful, and then misfortune fell,
Their quiet journey shattered by a mind-disrupting yell.

They learned their lives were forfeit in a game with global stakes,
And they decided they would win, no matter what it takes.
They could have been some victims Best Known Only by the toll,
Except they chose to make a stand, and by their words, “Let’s Roll!”

Against the soulless demons, they flung themselves in rage,
And with the courage born of love changed wording on the page.
Their gentle souls were purged of pain in hammer blows and flame,
But none would ever dare to say they did not win the game.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . September 7, 2004

Keep them in your heart.

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[Aquamarine]

[Aquamarine]

Today thru Sunday we're presenting this special post in remembrance of 911 in place of our
regular T.G.I.F. - Weekend Post.

[The Mayor]

September 10, 2004

A Way Of Life

Read: Colossians 3:5-9

Do not let the sun go down on your wrath. —Ephesians 4:26

Bible In One Year: Proverbs 8-9; 2 Corinthians 3

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How did everything get so dirty so fast?" I grumbled as I dusted the glass tabletop. "I had the whole house clean a month ago."

"Cleaning is a way of life, not an event," my husband responded.

I know he's right, but I hate to admit it. I want to clean the house once and have it stay that way. But dirt doesn't surrender that easily. Speck by speck, the dust returns. Piece by piece, the clutter piles up.

Sin is like the dust and clutter in my house. I want to eliminate all of it with one prayer of confession and repentance. But sin doesn't surrender that easily. Thought by thought, bad attitudes return. Choice by choice, un-pleasant consequences pile up.

The apostle Paul told the believers in Colosse to get rid of "anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy language" (Colossians 3:8). And he told the church at Ephesus, "Be angry, and do not sin: do not let the sun go down on your wrath" (Ephesians 4:26).

Christ's death and resurrection eliminated the need for daily sacrifice. But confession and repentance are still essential to the Christian's daily life. Getting rid of such things as anger, rage, and malice is a way of life, not a one-time event. —Julie Ackerman Link

We're thankful, Lord, that when we fall
We can begin anew
If humbly we confess our sin,
Then turn and follow You. —Sper

The best eraser in the world is an honest confession to God.

[GailA]

Good morning, a truly sad day to remember. I've got Have you Forgotten on in the background.

[Aquamarine]

Good Morning Mayor, I'm a little frustrated today, tried for an hour to get this posted. Don't know what the problem was unless there's alot of activity here with the hurricane threads.

[The Mayor]

Beautiful tribute Aqua!

[The Mayor]

Hurricane and the forged documents.

[Aeronaut]

Good morning Aqua.

[Aquamarine]

I've got Have you Forgotten on in the background.

Good selection for today, never tire of hearing that one.

[RadioAstronomer]

Good morning!

Thank you so much for the wonderful tribute. I know I will never forget.

RA

[Aquamarine]

Hurricane and the forged documents.

Just looked and there is alot of activity over the forged documents.

Thanks for the nice compliment.

[Aquamarine]

Mornin Aeronaut, cool lookin jet there!

[Aquamarine]

You're welcome RadioAstronomer.

[The Mayor]

This brought back memories to when I wrote this in my original website

I remember typing while wiping away tears. The grief and anger of course fresh in my mind.
I was running for town council and had to make a statement, Voting was canceled that day, it was primary day.
I watched it all live on Fox, and read accounts here at FR's so many live threads.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Here is my contribution.

Three Years Later



It’s been three years since we all saw,
The sneak attack unfold.
The cowards killed the innocent,
But fear did not take hold.
We mourned the lost and then set out,
To stop these creatures vile.
We knew the fight would not be quick,
No this would take a while.
Yes just three years have passed since then,
But many have forgot.
They think that we should just come home,
They do not think a lot.
Some say, “Respond if we’re attacked”,
They did not learn a thing.
If we sit back and wait again,
More horrors it will bring.
We can’t forget, we can’t back down,
We must maintain our stand.
Yes, Nine Eleven happened here,
Not in some foreign land.
Please pray for peace and for our troops,
For freedom they do fight.
The Lord will guide us through this all,
If we follow His Light.

Conspiracy Guy aka DIF 9/10/2004

[Texagirl4W]

Good morning, Aqua. I've been waiting or this post as I knew it would be awesome. You didn't let me down.

I'm flying to New Orleans tomorrow. Going to take a long weekend to visit my sisters there, returning on Tuesday.

Several have asked why I want to travel by plane on 9/11. I say it's because 'I REMEMBER' and I have faith in our Homeland Security.

Will be back later to read more. Have a fabulous Friday, everyone.

[Gabz]

I'll be back a little later.......after I finish crying......again.

[dansangel]

Absolutely breathtaking (((((((Aqua)))))) and ((((((Bob))))). Three years later and the wounds are still just as fresh. The graphics and poetry that you two have put together leaves me both awe-inspired and devastated.

(((((HUGS))))))) to all at the Finest. In remembrance of that awful day three years ago, yet still so close in memory, I want to share my poetic offering from last year:

~ ~ ~Where Were You?~ ~ ~

Where were you
when the sky rained down
liquid fire and lost souls;
when the air billowed poison,
when sirens wailed
and cries echoed urgently and painfully?
Never forget....

Where were you
when, with a thunderous roar,
monsters of steel and glass
crumbled to the earth
belching black gaseous clouds
as thick and as dark as satan's cloak?
Never forget....

Where were you
when eerie silence fell like
winter's first snowfall;
when voices and spirits were
stilled forever in
unadorned and involuntary graves?
Never forget....

Where were you
when satan's children laughed
and danced in streets of candy
while families mourned
eternal emptiness, longing for
just one last chance to say, "I love you?"
Never forget....

© 2003 ~dansangel~

[Aquamarine]

What a gut wrenching day it was. I was home alone with only FOX News and FreeRepublic was like a lifeline. Would have been much worse without FR.

[Aquamarine]

BEAUTIFUL tribute Conspiracy Guy! Thanks for sharing.