Beautiful poem from WTC Memorial

Six thousand fallen heroes
Six thousand and Counting
Will always stand 110 stories high
In our hearts and in our minds

The six thousand angels, their trumpets blaring
Are calling us to arms,
Waking us up from our selfish slumber
To the truth of our lives, the evil in our world

We will sleep no more in peaceful bliss
For we have been awakened to a nightmare
That is worse than those in our darkest dreams
That has shaken the foundation on which we stand

Though we may try to run fast and far
From the hideous evil licking at our heels
There is no escape, no place to hide
For evil has pursued us to every corner of the globe

So now we are left with no choices save one –
Standing at the precipice, the claws of evil at our backs
We must stop, turn, stand together as one,
Arm in arm, pillars of strength

Yes, we too may need to sacrifice our lives
But if so, we will die facing the truth
The truth of evil and Humanity, dividied,
And know for sure which side we are on

Some one should put a book together on the wonderful poems of tribute to the Heroes of the World Trade Center. Here's another one. FreeRepublic.com "A Conservative News Forum" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ Last | Latest Posts | Latest Articles | Self Search | Add Bookmark | Post | Abuse | Help! ] Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works. TRIBUTE TO THE NEW YORK FIREFIGHTERS Culture/Society Miscellaneous Source: Canadian Association of Fire Chiefs via Edmonton Sun Published: October 3, 2001 Author: Attributed to Jim McGregor, quoted by Graham Hicks Posted on 10/03/2001 06:07:08 PDT by Clive "Keep climbing," says the captain. "Up through the smoke and smell." "Keep climbing," says the captain. "I think I heard somebody yell." "Keep climbing," says the captain. "Alive or dead, not ours to tell." "Keep climbing" calls the captain. "Forget about your pain." "Keep climbing," shouts the captain. "We have a few more floors to gain." "Keep climbing," yells the captain, "We'll bring them down again." "Keep climbing," cries the captain. "If I can, so can you." "Keep climbing," orders the captain. "Right now I need the best from you." "Keep climbing," screams the captain. "Forget about those sounds. "It's just some girders twisting, and some concrete falling down." "Keep climbing," prays our captain. "Eyes raised, heading for the top. "And when you're tired and feel like quitting, remember them. They didn't stop." "Keep climbing," whispers the captain. "Climb up to that light. "Right up to that sunshine. No smoke to smell, no fire to fight." "Keep climbing," sings the captain. "That angel's hand will lead the way. "Rest now," sighs the captain. "You did your job today." (When you dry your tears ... the poem is attributed to Jim McGregor, read at a memorial service held during a recent Canadian Association of Fire Chiefs convention.) Pay attention to the intonement of the commands of the Captain.

"Keep climbing," whispers the captain. "Climb up to that light. "Right up to that sunshine. No smoke to smell, no fire to fight." "Keep climbing," sings the captain. "That angel's hand will lead the way. "Rest now," sighs the captain. "You did your job today."

Oh heavens, that is so powerful! It makes me think of that editorial cartoon that came out a day or two after the attacks where the firemen and a policeman were at the gates of heaven and one says into his radio, "We've reached the top". That was just so sweet and sad!

I'm going to try to help here by formating these powerful verses.

"Keep climbing," whispers the captain. "Climb up to that light."
"Right up to that sunshine. No smoke to smell, no fire to fight."
"Keep climbing," sings the captain. "That angel's hand will lead the way."
"Rest now," sighs the captain. "You did your job today."

Thanks, this is powerful!

Forever...for Battalion Chief John Moran

A fawned-girl stands at a frosty window
Waiting
A boy with eyes of blue stands by a door
Waiting
A woman sits with misty eyes and knitted hands
Waiting
For one who will never come.

A man stands in a field of eternal bloom
Emerald grass and skies of blue
Where clouds drift and songbirds sing
He stands looking toward home
Waiting
For the day when they will come.
And stay.
Forever.

Flight 93

You gathered steely resolve

from where, we wonder in awe

You spoke with those you love

that they could be comforted when you had gone

You rushed the face of evil

which had decided your fate

Defiantly, with right on your side

a choice, a chance, to fight the course of history

Charred ruins on a blackened field...

your testament to a battle with evil, won

B. Yates

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