It sharpens the senses. It soothes the troubled soul. It rests the weary mind. It comforts the lost. It reassures the saddened.
Poetry does all the above and much more.
Poetry is an archive. New stanzas today become inspiring treasures of tomorrow. Such words tell the stories of life, those who lived it, many who shaped it and even more who shared it through a myriad of times, some happy and some broken.
One such emotional work is “Elegy to 9/11,” a history lesson composed in the mind and by the hand of an aging Cleveland resident. He is Bishop William R. Nunnery whose touching words tell many stories — that of the misguided who successfully perpetrated plans for a mass murder, of the gallant whose heroism saved countless lives yet with an ultimate sacrifice, of the tragic impact on thousands of the innocent and of the need to look to a higher ground and a keener spirit in seeking recovery and forgiveness.
He tells of the terror ...
“Let me tell you a story, the world will long remember.
“It was the 11th day of the month of September,
“Those awful terrorists flew in from the skies,
“Striking the World Trade Centers with great surprise.”
He tells of the heroism ...
“The firemen did come and policemen too,
“Ever aware of what they were trained to do.
“Entering the towers, up the stairs they did climb,
“Helping on their way whomever they could find.
“Higher and higher still they all did go,
“Not realizing they faced a terrible woe.”
He tells of the victims ...
“It was said of brave firemen as they moved around,
“Found a lady in her wheelchair trying to get down.
“Several flights of stairs they were able to go,
“With much effort to carry her through darkness and smoke.
“They were assisting her so she might be rescued,
“But at 9:50 Tower Two tumbled and they all were subdued.”
He tells of the survivors ...
“A blind man with his dog was found,
“Working his way, trying to reach the ground.
“Another fireman assisted them both you know,
“With his help they were able to reach Ground Zero.
“The man and his dog into the street they went,
“Thanking God for His help and the firemen He sent.”
He tells of the spiritual presence ...
“In each situation, moms and dads did die,
“Leaving precious children alone to cry.
“Our Father was touched and angels did come,
“To comfort and help them, as moms and dads
“He welcomed home.”
He tells of the murderers ...
“As for the terrorists who caused all of this,
“They did not make it to a land of bliss.
“Since there are only two ways according to the Word,
“It is believed that screams from Hell were heard.”
He tells of the hope ...
“Also, the companions of those who lost their lives,
“That God will give them comfort as they struggle to survive.
“And that He be with them as they continue on their way,
“So they can join their loved ones on that great and final day.”
It was a frightening and fateful day, yet one whose nightmare remains with America, and all Americans.
Today is Sept. 11, 2012. Eleven years ago death wrapped its icy talons around our people and stabbed fear into the hearts of men, women and children alike.
Some call it a lesson learned.
Perhaps it is.
But we call it tragedy of the highest order, the heartbreak of human beings raising a fist of violence, and death, against the unsuspecting and the innocent.
Murder has no reasoning. And recovery takes time.
But wounds of the heart are the worst of all.
It is why 9/11 will haunt the human race forever.
It is why the American spirit will rise again.