To Honor Them

September 11th,

  That date haunts us.  That date reminds us. That date means more than a day passed.
I was but a child when the attacks happened, camped with my family on an island between the U.S. and Canada.  It meant nothing to me at the time, how could it? When we are young we have little to no sense of patriotism, country, and least of all death.  Of course this was not a war but people were dying and it had no connection whatsoever with my life as far as I was concerned.   I care not to ink my hands with the glue of politics, as it stands corruption is our new currency and power the new object of obsession.  Matters of state, militant action, and political advancements mean little to the youth of our nation, we hear more truth from youtube than from Washington.  Nine-Eleven though, this was no political advance as far as i'm concerned, this was no intricate militant stratagems, this was our neighbors, husbands, brothers, wives and daughters being slaughtered.  We witnessed our loved ones jumping sixty stories to the pavement, we witnessed floors of men and women vanish in an inferno of flame before our eyes. We watched as the hate of a broken world took the lives of those who were victimized that day.  We, America, saw with our very eyes, a picture of hate being embodied and love portrayed (in the aftermath).  Yes we remember those who died, but remembered? That's it?  Had they been given a second chance would they lie around and wait for it to happen again? No.  By god there is action to be taken, there are people in absolute desperate need of the gospel, the same people who would do these things,  there is a nation (our own) to be shown that until we can support each-other in honest love we can never face the evil that now wishes to destroy us. If you remember that day, if those hundred's of lives ripped away hold but a little sway, than honor them, give recognition to their memories and than take the next step,  become part of the solution.