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The Flame Inside Our Hearts

09/10/19

Flame consumes

Flame destroys

Flame burns the flesh.

 

You ran

Into the epicenter

Into the vortex of fire

Of hell on earth.

 

Fighting fire with the fire of your love

You ran towards the flame

Even though it might consume you.

You saved the innocent

As even you were not saved.

 

Flame explodes

Flame spreads

Flame smolders.

 

You worked the Pile

Inhaled the smoke

That rose like spirits into the sky

Seeking any that fire had not consumed.

 

Like fingers across time

The flame that once smoldered

Reaches out and engulfs you

Snuffing out your life.

 

Flame warms

Flame lights the way

A metaphor for love.

We remember you fallen by fire.

We remember you consumed by smoke.

We fight for you the living

Because of the flame of love burning in our hearts.

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In October of 2001 I posted to my WTC Journal website Daisy Aldan’s Destruction of Cathedrals which was written shortly after WW2 and thus reflects upon that time of destruction. This poem of hers eerily seemed to reflect upon the fall of the Twin Towers. In 2019 I found, that once again, it could have been written after Notre Dame burned.

Here is what I originally wrote about the poem in 2001: We might feel that we are going through a unique time in our history. That our experience is like no other. Yet we are part of the human condition and part of its unending parade of wars. These … literary works show us that at the heart of all disasters, the human emotions rise up the same, no matter what time or place.

The  Destruction of Cathedrals  – Daisy Aldan

For there, like France at war, I found myself,

Not standing forth in pride and glory, but on my knees in mourning, amid ruins.

Amid the noise of falling glass and plaster.

Statues, pinnacles, bell turrets, counterforts; crockets, birds, pillars and arches,

All all in ruins incalcinated.

Cross, candlesticks, reliquaries, masonry, swept away like wisps of straw.

The smiling angel has only half a face,

The Chimera which climbs t meet her has been struck by a bullet in her back,

The hands of the caryatid, amputated,

Solomon’s cloak is cracked the Queen of Sheba has lost her robe and crown.

The flames have scaled the steeples spread over the roofs

O vos omnes qui transites perviam, attendete et vedete

Everywhere they are licking the lead plates

Disclosing the bare frame forest across interlacing balconies

Like a prodigious skeleton of fire

Leaving an immense void twisted iron, indented clock wheels, broken muted bells,

Foolish impostor doors which did not open

Hang in high galleries. Perforated the great roses intense blues, purples,

Reds so warm and vigorous which burnished

The rays of the midday sun. The gargoyles drip heavy tears. I hear the bells falling.

Wind is raging among the naves and corpses.

Notre Dame Cathedral, is not just a landmark or a Christian symbol but a building that is loved by people all over the world. My heart went out to the people crying the night it burned. Made me remember how I cried when the Twin Towers at Manhattan’s World Trade Center fell. People didn’t understand, at that time, that one can have an emotional attachment to a building! I think after this fire the world realizes that some buildings are not just wood, stone and steel. They are entities with living histories, important to those who lived near, worked or walked through them.

I wrote this poem shortly after the towers fell. As I watched the news about Notre Dame I recalled this poem. Upon rereading it, shivers ran through me. We all remember the iconic piece of the Tower’s façade that landed upright in the Pile. I saw that it resembled the front stonework of Gothic cathedral architecture and hence was the inspiration for this poem:

When Spires Fall
11/12/2001

When spires fall
The Cathedral calls
To the darkening sky
To which the dove does fly.
Past the open spaces
The river now races.
Creating pain in the heart,
Making us cry.

In a heap of metal
Scattered like petals
All twisted and torn
From earth you were shorn.
Your sisters are crying,
The wounded are dying.
From mothers and fathers
No children born.

When spires fall
The Cathedral calls
To the darkening sky
To which the dove does fly.
The rubble is burning
Sad hearts are yearning
Searching for the missing
Who didn’t die.

The world has been darkened
Sad memories harken.
For the spires are shattered
Their ashes now scattered.
A dream has been broken.
No words can be spoken
For the soul of a nation
So violently battered.

When spires fall
The Cathedral calls
To the darkening sky
To which the dove does fly.
We continue our searches
In mosques, synagogues and churches.
Where only God can now
Lift us high.

Happy Thanksgiving

Posted: November 21, 2018 in Uncategorized
Holiday has you “STRESSED”? Then just remember that spelled backward it is “DESSERTS”!

 

17 years ago, 4 weeks after 9/11, I walked the perimeter of Ground Zero. I dubbed this “The Mile of Tears” and wrote about it in my blog The World Trade Center Journal. The images, the smells, and the dust, I shall never forget that walk. In the corner of a building’s entrance (all stores were shuttered during that time) I saw some dust piled into a crevice. Taking a plastic bag from my purse and carefully, tenderly, I scooped that dust into it. I felt that this was the last remains of the towers and might even contain human ash from when they burned.

That small bag of dust has been contained in a special box for all these years. Each 9/11 I place that small box in a prominent place in my house, along with a crucifix, a picture of the twin towers and candles. This is MY annual 9/11 memorial. This year it takes on a new meaning.

When the first responders ran to the WTC to rescue people they had no time to think about themselves. As we know many lost their lives in their acts of heroism during those ensuing hours. Later, hundreds of these first responders descended upon Ground Zero, to work on what was then known as “the Pile”, trying to locate anyone who might have been buried alive. Days, weeks, months passed that they worked down there, many without wearing any protective masks, inhaling the dark, gray, toxic dust. The same dust I now have in my little box.

Over the years that dust, lodged in their bodies, spawned cancers of all types. During these years they also had to fight for their rights for health insurance payouts, as one after another succumbed to the various diseases. Our heroes, those who died after that day in September, though not quite forgotten were never memorialized in either the WTC memorial or in the annual reading of names.

This year, that’s been rectified. The conceptual design for a new memorial at Ground Zero was unveiled Wednesday May 23, 2018 for the “Memorial Glade”. It will honor those first responders who labored for months on the toxic site and remember the neighborhood residents and workers also poisoned by the air.

Morgan Gstalter writes, “The 9/11 Memorial & Museum at the World Trade Center will be modified to honor rescue and recovery workers who have died from related illnesses. ‘The 9/11 Memorial & Museum at the World Trade Center is determined to build greater awareness about this unabating health crisis,’ Stewart and Greenwald wrote. Six large stone elements will be placed along a new pathway on the southwest side of the existing plaza.

‘The stones are worn and broken, but not beaten; they appear to jut up and out of the plaza as if violently displaced, and convey strength and resistance,’ according to Michael Arad.

Arad, along with Peter Walker, were the original designers of the 9/11 Memorial and also designed the addition.

The stones will mirror the path of the main ramp used by the rescue and recovery workers.

The 9/11 Victims Compensation Fund released new data earlier this month that found victims and first responders are reporting ‘increasing numbers and types of illnesses’ nearly two decades after the attacks.”

Morgan Gstalter  – 05/30/18 11:24 am edt “Jon Stewart announces new section of 9/11 memorial to honor first responders” http://Thehill.Com/Homenews/News/389879-Jon-Stewart-Announces-9-11-Memorial-For-First-Responders-Who-Died-From

And the path will end near the Survivor Tree, the enduring symbol of the city’s resilience.

Quote of the Week

Posted: August 22, 2018 in Uncategorized

“There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but only one view.” – Harry Millner

Fun With Words

Posted: May 18, 2018 in Uncategorized
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You don’t have to be religious to enjoy these grammar bloopers:

All singles are invited to join us Friday at 7 pm for the annual Sing-alone.

Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and the community.

For those who have children and don’t know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be, “What is Hell?” Come early and listen to our choir practice.

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