Two thousand one, nine eleven, five thousand plus arrive in heaven. As they pass through the gate, thousands more appear in wait. A bearded man with stovepipe hat, steps forward saying "Let's sit, let's chat." They settle down in seats of clouds, A man named Martin shouts out proud. "I have a dream" and once he did, The Newcomers say "Your dream still lives." Groups of soldiers in blue and gray Others in khaki and green they say, "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, Maine" The Newcomers say "You died not in vain." "Courage doesn't hide in caves You can't bury freedom in a grave." The Newcomers had heard this voice before A distinct Yankee's twang from Hyannisport Shores. A silence fell within the mist Somehow the Newcomers knew that this Meant time had come for them to say What was in the hearts of five thousand plus that day. "Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watched our children play in sports. Worked our gardens, sang our songs Went to church, clipped coupons We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought Unlike you, great, we're not." The tall man in the stovepipe hat Stood and said "Don't talk like that! Look at your country! Look and see! You died for freedom, just like me." Then before them all appeared a scene Of rubbled streets and twisted beams Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just 'cause they must. Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, but not alone. "Look! Blackman, whiteman, brownman, yellowman Side by side helping their fellow man" So said Martin as he watched the scene, "Even from nightmares can be born a dream." Down below three firemen raised The colors high into ashen haze The soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima in '44. The man on the sticks studied everything closely Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly "I see pain, I see tears I see sorrow--but I don't see fear. You left behind husbands and wives Daughters and sons and so many lives Are suffering now because of this wrong But look very closely. You're not really gone. All of those people, even those who've never met you All of their lives, they'll never forget you. Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done? You've brought them together, together as one." With that the man in the stovepipe hat said "Take my hand" and from there he led Five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to Heaven On this day, Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven. Anonymous

Thanks for sharing.

Thank you for bringing that to us. I'm sorry that it is anonymous, but when people pour out their hearts like that sometimes they feel a need to retreat. Carolly

Thanks for finding it - it's quite beautiful and touching. Irene

"There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences And preachers to us all : admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey freom the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself." (Shakespeare : Henry V)