LuPotillo
08-29-2002, 12:57 AM
I don't know how anyone else feels about the upcoming date of September 11, 2002, but I'd like to propose something...
With all the talent we have shared through this website and the tremendous faith that abounds in those sharings, could we consider a collective work? With one purpose? To bring healing to our readers concerning the memories of September 11, 2001, and the ongoing changes that have occurred because of that day? To bring healing, a comforting aid to pain.
Such a piece would have a few lines from each writer, simply because there are so many of us. It would be as though we were in a circle, taking turns, starting from the left to the right and going around. Use any writing that is comfortable to you. The goal is to give comfort, through faith, a shared work.
With that in mind, take part if you will. May God bless our words as we share. I'll start...
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In the blink of an eye, we came to know
hatred isn't always an outward blow
but one secretly kept for many a year
Stopping your heart in the instant of fear.
Strangers reaching to help another in need
We saw the Lord's hand extended with speed
We saw His cross of two beams of steel
And knew of His presence through the frightening ordeal.
With all the talent we have shared through this website and the tremendous faith that abounds in those sharings, could we consider a collective work? With one purpose? To bring healing to our readers concerning the memories of September 11, 2001, and the ongoing changes that have occurred because of that day? To bring healing, a comforting aid to pain.
Such a piece would have a few lines from each writer, simply because there are so many of us. It would be as though we were in a circle, taking turns, starting from the left to the right and going around. Use any writing that is comfortable to you. The goal is to give comfort, through faith, a shared work.
With that in mind, take part if you will. May God bless our words as we share. I'll start...
---
In the blink of an eye, we came to know
hatred isn't always an outward blow
but one secretly kept for many a year
Stopping your heart in the instant of fear.
Strangers reaching to help another in need
We saw the Lord's hand extended with speed
We saw His cross of two beams of steel
And knew of His presence through the frightening ordeal.