Friday, December 14, 2001

"People are now fighting about how our heartsongs are different, but they don't need to be the same. … That's the beauty. We are a mosaic of gifts. Each of us has our inner beauty no matter how we look," says Mattie. On September 11, after learning about the terrorist attacks, Mattie wrote this poignant poem.

It was a dark day in America.
There was no Amazing Grace.
Freedom did not ring.
Tragedy attacked sky-high.
Fiery terror reigned.
Structures collapsed.
Red with blood, white with ash,
And out-of-the-sky blue.
As children trust elders,
Citizens find faith in leaders.
But all were blinded,
Shocked by the blasts.
Undefiable outrage.
Undeniable outpouring
Of support, even prayer,
Or at least moments of silence.
Church and State
Could not be separated.
A horrific blasting of events
With too few happy endings.
Can the children sleep
Safely in their beds tonight?
Can the citizens ever rest
Assured of national security again?
God, please, bless America…
And the rest of our earthly home.

September 11, 2001
© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek

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