In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence...
the bliss of Growth, the glory of Action, the splendour of Beauty.
For Yesterday is but a dream,
and Tomorrow only a vision;
It is Today well lived that makes Yesterday a dream of Happiness
and Tomorrow a vision of Hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
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This was far more moving than all the TV hype. Thank you.
Whenever I need to feel courage or selfless love, I only have to close my eyes and remember that day, watching those firefighters rushing into the twin towers. "Greater love have no man than this - that a man will lay down his life for his friend." Never forget.
Poem credit: Kalidasa - Indian Sanskrit playwright and poet.
Always beautiful.
Thank you Miss Snark
Thank you, Miss Snark.
Who wrote that?
It's good!
Wow!
Very, very appropriate.
Thank you.
That photo is so beautiful. Says a lot.
We will never forget.
It feels good to read such a fine work of words on this day. Thank you.
I won't ever forget, and the photo speaks.
You never cease to amaze me, Miss Snark!
Isn't that the suff of life and isn't this a fitting day to remember what in the human spirit merits our attention.
Amen.
Thank you.
"The dead are not dead until they are forgotten."
Thank you.
Thanks for the reminder. Even after five years, and not being an east coaster, everytime I see those towers, I hurt.
Your words & photo help.
T2
Thanks, Miss Snark, for the lovely poem.
I can't imagine what actually being in the City was like on that day; I can only remember what it was like for me, watching at home, seeing the 2nd plane hit...and going numb when it happened.
My heart goes out to everyone who lost a loved one that day.
~JerseyGirl
It was suggested on television a day or so ago, that 9/11 become a Day of Conscience, a day when we go out of our way to be kind, a day when we go out of our way to help or assist someone in need. Not a bad suggestion, I think.
Thanks, Miss Snark.
Strange to see that quote. That's the same line of text that helped my family cope with my grandmother's painful death a few years ago. In the chapel room at the cancer center and there was Kalidasa's poem, printed on cardstock. I had just made it through my third graveyard shift, feeding her ice shavings and wiping her forehead. Forcing myself to stay awake so I could call the nurses whenever she needed more painkillers. Kalidasa was my only saving grace that day and for weeks to come. Later, much later and I noticed the same poem on my mother's fridge. She must have had the same experience as me. Thanks for sharing. -- Vishal Khanna.
thank you - God bless the unsung heroes of that day, and every day since...
Beautiful Picture
Last summer I went to NYC, first time since 2001. Stood at Ground Zero. Wept.
Never, never, never forget. Not only what was done to us--all of us, not just those in NYC--but also what was done FOR us--those firefighters and others who rushed into death to save life.
Perhaps the best monument to those who died is to live each day well.
Peace.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
It was a beautiful fall day, just like today. And nothing will ever be the same again.
We will never forget.
Thanks for the comforting words.
A beautiful message. I'll never forget. Thank you.
We were in a restaurant in Chelsea on Saturday night; the waiter who didn't live in NY at the time wanted to know what it was like. All I kept thinking were the yells, "run north!"
I'm wondering: will this become a national day of rememberence, sort of like a national holiday? or like 'write to read' week?
I wasn't there. I didn't lose family or friends on that devastating day. But I am sorry for the survivors' loss.
I feel with so much press about its anniversary, shouldn't this day be nationally honored for those who survived, died, and those who were courageous? We honor soilders who've given their lives in the name of this nation's freedom, why not for 9/11?
It's been five years and the skyline still looks odd from the NJ Turnpike. Each time I go to Giants Stadium, I look and still feel that little jolt at the gap in the skyline. I still look and think, 'wait, that's not right... oh, yeah...'
No matter what they build, that skyline will never be the same. It's a bit symbolic - as we will never be the same.
Thank you for that beautiful picture and the even more beautiful words.
I liked your message today, Ms. fake meanypuss.
Awesome poem and photo, Miss Snark.
A haunting photo, but beautiful.
Ah, hell, Miss Snark. I'd made it all the way through today without crying.
It's hard to believe that five years have past. It has been a sad day for my family and me, although I am certain that it has been immeasurably worse for those who lost loved ones. I can't imagine the strength many New Yorkers must have. I can't imagine how difficult it was to witness the attacks, live with the destruction and try to go on with your life. We are thinking about all of you today, and we hope none of us ever see such terror again.
With Warmest Regards......Ski
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