Take a moment to quietly reflect on the this sad day and keep the victims and their families in your prayers.
By the engines of evilment sped,
That wonderful, rare,
Vast ship of the air,
Beautiful, ominous, dread
One instant she floats, most magic of boats,
Illusive, implacable, there;
Throned angel of ill,
On her crystal-built hill,
O'er a people's defenceless despair.
Then sudden, I rise, like a bolt through the skies,
To the very dim roofs of the world;
Till down in the grey,
I see my grim prey, Like a pallid gold leaf, uncurled.
And I hover and swing, until swiftly I spring,
And drop like a falling star;
And again and again,
My death-dealing rain,
Hurl to the deeps afar....
....Then I curve and slant, while my engines pant,
And the wings of my great bird tame;
While the sinister Hun,
In his ill, undone.
Goes out in a blinding flame.
William Wilfred Campbell (1858-1918)
Sunset and evening star, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Twilight and evening bell, For, though from out our bourne of time and place
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Twilight and evening bell,
For, though from out our bourne of time and place
New York, 9-1-11-2001
The Pentagon and Shanksville, Pennsylvania
The wake-up music played on that morning