The sun rose boldly in a blue-draped heaven
Over the Hudson River on September Eleven
Beaming down on marbled domes in Washington
And brass-buttoned coats ‘round the Pentagon
Upon the gleam of the plane in the Somerset sky
Warming the earth wears scores would die
Hid not its face behind the black-draped heaven
That silouhetted the skies of September Eleven

The winds blew softly across a blue-draped heaven
Where flags flapped peacefully on September Eleven
A remnant of summer on the air still lay
As Americans awoke to a busy work day
Kisses of school kids still dampened the faces
Of mommies and daddies off to workplaces
Goodbyes and giggles swirled upward to heaven
Till swept by the inferno of September Eleven

September Eleven… O woeful day!
When a wounded nation knelt to pray
Though a trillion tears could never erase
The blood-stained grief upon your face
Yet these same tears will make us whole
With healing waters, wash our soul
So we in hope shall ever remember
The grace that held us all together

As we, hand-in-hand, across this land
With bright flags unfurled took our stand
In unity our brave voices rang
“God bless America!” we boldly sang
O patriotic pride, Arise!
O gleam of glory, dry our eyes!
O Lord of light, shine forth from heaven
And lift us o’er September Eleven!

Sharon A. Knotts
September 2001

Honoring Ground Zero

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