Trinity Church was packed that day, six years ago. The swaying crowd sang many songs, among them "America the Beautiful." When we arrived at this stanza:
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
it was impossible to keep from sobbing. A stranger, an elderly man, sat next to me. We looked at each other and embraced as we sang and tried to wipe the tears from our eyes.
My hope for this Sept. 11 is that we all live long enough to one day see the "patriot dream" of America restored.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
it was impossible to keep from sobbing. A stranger, an elderly man, sat next to me. We looked at each other and embraced as we sang and tried to wipe the tears from our eyes.
My hope for this Sept. 11 is that we all live long enough to one day see the "patriot dream" of America restored.
2 comments:
so well said, and what a beautiful wish for all of us. We live in a crazy world nowadays and it seemed much more tranquil when we were children then the world you are raising the Peanut in. Lisa
very well said...
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