I GOTTA KEEP MOVING/PART II...by William Fredrick Cooper
WRITTEN: SEPTEMBER 14, 2001
They say rain is healing. I sure hope so, for we sorely need it here in New York. Our Big Apple has a chunk of it missing.
Playing their melodies in horrific harmony to achieve a predictable effect, murder, mayhem and madness have completed their tragic symphony of terror. Millions watched speechless as a chorus of sirens and screams sang like some awful chorus. Not only in financially powerful districts (WTC-New York City), but our military hearts (Pentagon - Washington) and rural souls as well (PA). Bull's-eyes adorned every American target as fear has rooted us all. We wondered if upon dawn's awakening, our skylines, and most importantly, our hearts would be altered once more.
I Gotta Keep Moving, I told myself through these days. Tough people live in this land. Seeing those taking time out to care and share in spite of it all has fortified me. Sure the phone rings here as normalcy, or a semblance of it, returns. It will be annoying for sure, but in the work provided today, I will find a cure.
I Gotta Keep Moving. Tough People live in this tough land.
Tough People live here. That's what I said as I walked downtown via 7th Avenue and saw the Puerto Rican Search Team headed to the gloom that awaited their findings downtown. That's what I said as I saw the many pictures of love ones on the news, clutching photos of the missing, hanging on to hope, praying for a miracle. Would I, could I tell them the truth?
Tough people live in this land.
That's what I'll tell myself tomorrow. I was supposed to talk about a novel I wrote in DC. Before this, I wanna heal with First Sunday's Book Club and maybe, with sharing some of my New York Story (it pales in comparison to others.) help them cope with what they've seen down there. No, I'm not Bob Hope. I'm Just a brotha from Brooklyn tryin' to make a difference. Helping others, helps me, for it's all part of the process, I tell myself.
I Gotta Keep Moving.
Though terrible sadness and quiet anger grip my soul, I realize the lives of many have changed forever, compliments of four wayward airplanes. But we all must keep moving. While not safe as before, not as powerful, we realize what we buy and build hardly defines us anymore. From this day forward, maybe hearts strengthened with resolve and resilience will. We Gotta Keep Moving, people...Tough People live in this tough land of ours.
William Fredrick Cooper
-copyright 2001
WRITTEN: SEPTEMBER 14, 2001
They say rain is healing. I sure hope so, for we sorely need it here in New York. Our Big Apple has a chunk of it missing.
Playing their melodies in horrific harmony to achieve a predictable effect, murder, mayhem and madness have completed their tragic symphony of terror. Millions watched speechless as a chorus of sirens and screams sang like some awful chorus. Not only in financially powerful districts (WTC-New York City), but our military hearts (Pentagon - Washington) and rural souls as well (PA). Bull's-eyes adorned every American target as fear has rooted us all. We wondered if upon dawn's awakening, our skylines, and most importantly, our hearts would be altered once more.
I Gotta Keep Moving, I told myself through these days. Tough people live in this land. Seeing those taking time out to care and share in spite of it all has fortified me. Sure the phone rings here as normalcy, or a semblance of it, returns. It will be annoying for sure, but in the work provided today, I will find a cure.
I Gotta Keep Moving. Tough People live in this tough land.
Tough People live here. That's what I said as I walked downtown via 7th Avenue and saw the Puerto Rican Search Team headed to the gloom that awaited their findings downtown. That's what I said as I saw the many pictures of love ones on the news, clutching photos of the missing, hanging on to hope, praying for a miracle. Would I, could I tell them the truth?
Tough people live in this land.
That's what I'll tell myself tomorrow. I was supposed to talk about a novel I wrote in DC. Before this, I wanna heal with First Sunday's Book Club and maybe, with sharing some of my New York Story (it pales in comparison to others.) help them cope with what they've seen down there. No, I'm not Bob Hope. I'm Just a brotha from Brooklyn tryin' to make a difference. Helping others, helps me, for it's all part of the process, I tell myself.
I Gotta Keep Moving.
Though terrible sadness and quiet anger grip my soul, I realize the lives of many have changed forever, compliments of four wayward airplanes. But we all must keep moving. While not safe as before, not as powerful, we realize what we buy and build hardly defines us anymore. From this day forward, maybe hearts strengthened with resolve and resilience will. We Gotta Keep Moving, people...Tough People live in this tough land of ours.
William Fredrick Cooper
-copyright 2001
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