United in Courage & Grief
Sometimes all you
need is to reflect in your mind one poem that says,
"I can make it through."
In addition to a touch on the hand or arm, or a hug and spoken words of comfort, written words can be more effective than spoken condolences at reaching the part of a person's heart which is grieving. Poems can provide solace and reach a person on a deeper level than with just the spoken word or a simple touch. Writing poetry can be a way of releasing painful stored emotions by trying to make sense of what is often the insensible. Poetry can help us realize we are not alone or unique in our grief or desolation. "Someone else has lived through these intense emotions, felt what I am feeling and survived. I am not alone in these feelings of grief." As Poetry Therapist John Fox so eloquently explains:
Poems speak to us when nothing else will. Poetry helps us to feel our lives rather than be numb. Poem making helps us move through grief, life transitions and illness by providing comfort and sustenance on this difficult journey. At other times of loss and grief, your writing may be a necessity. Drawing from a well of feeling within your bones and soul, these words from within can help you cope in your daily life. Like the wind that echoes a rock face smooth, you can record your truth and loss with your words.Since it's inception, the Journey of Hearts website has utilized the healing effects of poetry to aid in helping visitors to this site through the grieving process. Many of our poems have been reprinted as memorials in newspapers, yearbooks for those who have died, or spoken at funerals or memorial services.
Since there are so many poems to aid in healing process on the Journey of Hearts site, I have only included a small section on this page, with links to other poems on the site that people may find helpful.
On the day of the attack, we received an e-mail
from someone searching the web for sympathy poems that could be used
at a vigil she planned for that day. Christine found the poem I had written several years ago, "A Better Place" on our
website and read this aloud as part of their remembrance. I felt honored that the poem written in a different context
several years before would be one that would reach her heart, and help her express what she was feeling. I realized that there were other poems on the website that might be helpful.
|Poems about the Event or
||Poems about Healing
Other Poems on Journey of Hearts
"The Poems about the Event or Feelings" deal with the events of the tragedy, written by several visitors to our site. If you are feeling sensitive about the events, read "Omega" with care, out of all of these poems it may be the one that could trigger flashbacks to the events of September 11, 2001. "The Poems about Healing" and "Other Poems of Loss." In creating these pages, I felt that we have seen too many images of the events, hence I am letting the words "speak" for themselves, without images.
Planes crashing into buildings
in pictures from a disaster film
before our actual eyes
On the small screen filling our homes
with scenes of terror so horrifying
they must be simulated
Unable to comprehend
how anyone willingly could commit
these brutal acts of terror
Yet these images of harsh reality
become etched into our memory
As we watch the destruction
of a way of life
The laughter of my young daughter
pulls me from the barrage of images
and back into the reality of our day
Too young to know what has happened
yet sensing the anxiety in the air
Focusing on the exploration of her world
with a simple request of "Out"
Her small hand placed trustingly in mine
to guide her on way
A little voice of hope for the future
A nation, a world in tears
united in grief and loss
A tragedy so large
the loss so pervasive
the depth of emotions so great
no words can truly convey the mood
The sacrifice of so many lives
from so many countries
As we struggle to make some sense of the senseless
and look to answer the question
Yet many others saved
by acts of kindness from strangers
and in the mission thwarted
by last heroic acts of sacrifice and bravery
The eagle like the mighty phoenix
emerges from the ashes
bruised, but not beaten
stronger than ever
Out of the rubble of destruction
Seeds of hope
Stories of courage
Our country unites
To learn and to change
so that it never happens again
To keep the memories of the events and the people alive
but to also keep living
If not for ourselves
for our way of life
for our freedom
for our children
Letters overflowing inboxes
It is the day beginning
The world waiting for trade
And the morning drifted by
A shudder, a powerful pull
And its heart was melting
And a sound
|Side by side
two terrible wounds
pulling them apart
the steel without gleaming
the steel within melting
all their dear and lovely people
that they knew
that they harbored
every day every Tuesday
every floor, every suite
all of this falling slowly
surely down in a
measured sure death
and suddenly one
And the other
And as it fell
|and as it fell on itself
bone by bone
of its very existence
the sky wrenched and twisted
and pulled away
from the sound
and tried to withdraw
from the smoke
that was the life breath
of the building
and of its children
those it harbored
and the silence became unattainable
This poem was written
|It begins as an affliction
in the center of my soul.
A scarcely detectable awareness.
A hungry gnawing sensation.
The feeling emerges
It begins to permeate,
My hands begin to tremble
|It spreads, enlarging
becoming all-consuming, ravaging.
Distilled to a searing, burning sensation.
The break point is reached,
The pain subsides,
It is only by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you were looking for.
Another bright September day
Another sun-filled sky
She stands her ground with endless pride
As planes above her fly
She looks upon her children
Her loved ones dear to heart
As they go through their normal chores
Some only just to start
But soon the peace was shattered
As men so filled with hate
Soon turned their rage to senseless acts
To meet their horrid fate
First one and then another hit
Impossible to seem
Two other impacts hit elsewhere
As in a horrid dream
Tho some did fight the evil
As heroes they had died
And as the proud twins met their fall
The Lady Liberty cried
A Better Place
Cry for me no more
the many tears of sadness
My time in this world was over
and it came for me to pass.
Bring the photos of old time
and see them not with tear-filled eyes
But with eyes of joy and laughter
and smile once more with me.
Know that I am in a better place
one without disease
without hatred and without death
This kingdom I now call home
I wait here for you
When your time comes to pass
to ease the transition
from the old to the new.
Cry for me no more.
Remember only the laughter.
For I am in another realm
And I wait to see you again.
I find an old photograph
and see your smile.
As I feel your presence anew,
I am filled with warmth
and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card
sent many years ago
during a time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then
still caress my spirit
and bring me peace.
I remember who you used to be
the laughter we shared
and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now,
Where did you go,
When the body is left behind
and the spirit is released to fly?
Perhaps you are the morning bird
singing joyfully at sunrise,
or the butterfly that dances
so carelessly on the breeze
or the rainbow of colors
that brightens a stormy sky
or the fingers of afternoon mist
delicately reaching over the mountains
or the final few rays of the setting sun
lighting up the skies
edging the clouds with a magical glow.
I miss your being
but I feel your presence,
In whatever form you choose to take,
however you now choose to be.
Your spirit has become for me
a guardian angel on high
guiding, advising, and watching over me.
I remember you.
You are with me
and I am not afraid.
From an Angel on high
a tender message of love was softly whispered into the ear
of this humble scribe....Weep not for me
now that I have passed.
Remember the laughter, the affection, the joy
not just the recent tears.
Cherish the memories, our hopes and dreams.
Hold fast to the love that we shared.
Be happy with the time we spent together
and being anew.
For I am not really gone,
I am closer than ever before.
As the morning sun rises
and throughout the busy day...I am with you.
Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon
and we watch the day turn into night...I am here.
You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber
as I gently kiss your forehead, "Good night."
The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky
help me watch over you and keep you from harm.
I am the wind in the trees
and the song of a bird.
I am moonbeams in a midnight sky
and a glorious rainbow after the storm.
I am morning dew
and freshly-fallen snow.
I am a butterfly flying overhead
and a puppy happily at play.
I am a smile on a stranger's face
a gentle touch
a warm embrace.
Listen to the wind for my message of love.
Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me.
Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories.
Open your heart to know...I am not gone.
Reach deep into your soul...You will find me.
I am here.
Have no fear.
I am with you,
Please See Me Through My Tears http://www.kirstimd.com/please.htm Heaven and Earth http://www.kirstimd.com/mccombs.htm In My Heart Forever http://www.kirstimd.com/forevertr.htm Please Listen and Just Hear Me http://www.kirstimd.com/hearme.htm
Classic Poems of Grief and Loss
All is Well http://www.kirstimd.com/Allwell.htm I do not Sleep http://www.kirstimd.com/sleep.htm The Tibetan Book of Living & Dying http://www.kirstimd.com/dyingc.htm The Day God Called You Home http://www.kirstimd.com/callhome.htm The Beauty of Death http://www.kirstimd.com/gibran1.htm Part I - The Calling http://www.kirstimd.com/gibran1.htm Part II - The Ascending http://www.kirstimd.com/gibran2.htm Part III - The Remains http://www.kirstimd.com/gibran3.htm Life is a Journey http://www.kirstimd.com/life.htm Remember Me http://www.kirstimd.com/remberme.htm For All Who Mourn http://www.kirstimd.com/mourn.htm We Remember Them http://www.kirstimd.com/weremem.htm
|United in Courage and Grief
- Introduction Page
Why does my heart feel so bad?
What is Different about this Event?
The Importance of Telling the Story
Wake-up Call for the World
Health Concerns for Witnesses
|Blessings, Lyrics, Poems & Quotes
Remembering Our Children
Helping Children to Cope with Tragedy
Ways of Helping & Coping
Creatively Expressing Grief