There are some moments you will never forget. The moment you found out that a plane hit one of the Twin Towers is that moment for every American and for many people around the world.
On September 11, 2001 our lives changed forever. Cruelty and treachery on a scale we could never have imagined was visited upon our land. Our hearts broke into more than 3,000 pieces, one piece for each person who died that day. I pray for each of them and for their families.
My heart is seared by thoughts of the eight children, ages 2 to 11, who were on the planes that struck the Twin Towers. In remembrance of them I’d like to share this poem. It was written in 2002 by another 11-year-old, Brittany Clark.
She wrote the poem for her father, Benjamin Keefe Clark, a food service worker.
She said, “This poem makes me feel like my daddy is speaking to me.”
I give you this one thought to keep/
I am with you still, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am as sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am as sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone,
I am with you still in each new dawn.
This poem was Brittany’s gift to her father. It is a sacred gift for each of us to remember and to pray for those who died and for those who have been sickened by the toxic gases.
Remembering is a sacred gift. I wish you countless sacred gifts.
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