The damage has been done, and the wounds are inflicted. Enemies have flown themselves into the lives of the innocent. Tragedy occurs, and those who were once whole and going about their business now have their lives interrupted. They scream. They cry, and tears flow from their faces from the onslaught of a massacre that effects their very being. Rather than be the free-floating spirits that they once were as children, they now must push away their vivacious souls to accommodate infliction, wound and repulse. And yet, underneath these attacks, underneath this devilish mistreatment, underneath the tears there are precious souls.
The events of nine eleven reach into any caring soul's life. The agony of watching and listening to the events of that day penetrate to the core. Each one who observes this disaster places themselves in the airplanes, the buildings, as a firefighter, policeman, office worker and the like as personal testimonies are shared by those who experienced it up close. Their tears, bravery, fear and calling out to loved ones touches all who allow it, and most draw from this experience to relate to their own lives. Underneath the tears of all who have compassion is a desire for justice, retaliation and revenge.
Still there are many who identify with these tragedies personally as their lives have been torpedoed by others in their past. One by one terrorists of the soul have demolished who they were as children, and rather than just “be” they now employ “doing” as a method for acceptance. If the performance is satisfactory, then nothing is said. However should the execution fail to meet expected standards, then a penalty must be applied, and what is lost is the beautiful heart of the innocent beneath the tears.
Nine eleven's occur every day to some, and their tears are outward expressions of that which has been stolen. For many it shall never replaced, because it was the very core of who they are and will never be again.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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