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9/11/2020 0 Comments

#82) September 11, 2020 ~ What Do You See?

'Oh Say Can You See'

What do you see... that is still the same today?

What do you see… after nineteen years have flown by?

What do you see… by the dawn's earliest pink light?

What do you see… as we continue our perilous fight?

What do you see… looking down at two holes in the solemn ground?

What do you see… forever searching and maybe still not found?

What do you see… nineteen diligent years later?

What do you see… as you peer into those deep craters?

What do you see… from an airplane’s crash?

What do you see… past all the fire and burned ash?

What do you see… past the smoke and dusty air?

What will you believe… as people begin to not care?

And do you still hear… that valiant band playing through the quiet air?

And will you bear witness… to those fighting still and forever as they must?

As the next round starts... and we have to keep rolling past all the dust.

What do you see… through twilights shining gleam?

What do you see… past all those forces unseen?

What do you see… through those shining bright stars and breathtaking broad stripes?

What do you see… through the horror of all those bombs bursting this very night?

What do you see… through pollution and the reddest of red blood?

What do you see… as free men - and women - stand here in the mud?

What do you see… past Liberty’s smile?

What do you see… from sea to shining sea all those miles?

What do you see… though concealed fighting to be disclosed?

What do you see… as foe’s strike their continual battle blows?

Do you see there is proof?

That our flag is still there?

Oh Say Darling Can You See… her most beautiful story?

As she stands here - proud… in all of her glory?

Yes - I do.

I do see it all.

Yes even in war’s havoc and confusion and nineteen years later.

I even see Heaven on Earth and God our Creator.

I see that reflection shine above all and very tall.

I see Angels in the sky… And God in our hearts as we bawl.

I see reflection bounced off millions of broken chains.

Forever more - unconfined.

I see all those who paved our very way.

With their very lives - they all gave.

Yes, I see those next pages of her remarkable story be flipped.

As her bright blazen stays now - and forever - lit.

And, I STILL see the land of the freest of free… and know that this is God’s Country home, of the very, very brave. ~

'A September 11th Afternoon - 2020'

Author:

Christine Pieper is an Artist, Lifestyle Blogger and Vlogger - living, writing, painting, and filming in Jacksonville Beach, Florida, with her hubby and nine year old puppy. She made a major life change in 2017 by uprooting and moving from Illinois to the Sunshine State, and has been living her best life in Florida since - detailing all her many and varied adventures living and traveling the Deep South to share with you here. Her mission is to help you live YOUR best life - by getting out there, going for it, and making that big change you always dreamed of. Christine will inspire you to get over yourself, show up for yourself, and get out of your own way. The only one stopping you - is YOU.

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#63) Mercy & Comfort

“Comfort”

It was a September Eleventh kind of day,
But in a very different kind of way...

Eighteen years ago - the sky so perfectly blue,
Now all those years later, we face a brand new truth.

And while it was now much more cold, cloudy, and gray,
And there were whirling tornadoes all throughout the day.

It was also the very same kind of day,
In many ironic and fateful ways.

It was New York City once again as Ground Zero;
And it was all of us - once again - who have to be the real heroes.

As many on Manhattan Island once again died,
The Comfort came into port and once again tied.

It was a day we watched the death toll continue to rise.
It was a day soldiers all over heard the battle cries.

Another day no planes flying through that Heavenly sky,
We all shook our heads and wondered... Why?

As we all looked up out the window from our sheltered homes,
Way up toward that big and Celestial Dome.

It was a day where the country once again pulled together,
And our first responders once again ventured

All of humanity, thought, and prayer - toward the Empire State,
As we work together - a team - to change a horrific fate.

It was a day American flags were alive - once again.
It was a day people thought of others - before they thought of themselves - once again.

And once again gone were sports, award shows, tv, and movies,
As we are all called on - once again - to much higher duties.

It was a day our leaders once again guided the country through a horrific battle scene,
As we all continue working together - a United team.

It was a day tears were shed watching the news - once again.
It was a day we were all very afraid - once again.

It was a day no one could stop from coming at us - once again.
It was a day we were hit directly in the gut - once again.

It was my generation's second life-altering and defining event,
Spreading everywhere - the ripple effect.

And it is now a whole new generations first,
As they now look for answers and continue onward in their strange and new search.

And a new generation of humans now know that not everything can be solved,
But that working together as one is as imperative as being involved.

This new generation has now seen that REACTION can be the most important virtue of them all,
As they all hear maybe their very first battle call.

And it was a day once again completely blind to race, gender or age,
And it was a day no amount of money could in any way change.

Yes, we’ve all once again been affected the entire world over,
As this once again changes the entire world order.

It was a day we had to have faith in humanity - again.
It was a day I cried for New York City - once again.

Yes - It was a day very reminiscent and I flashed back
Toward the nightmare of a day - of those horrific attacks.

Eighteen years ago I walked into St. Peter & Paul,
As I heard that Heavenly God’s call.

In a church - doors wide open
and heavy head bent down low

I then prayed - all alone in a pew;
Thinking then of a life forward, and all anew.

I discussed with Him all the horrific death, destruction, and fear...
But Now - church doors all shuttered and tightly closed

I have to resort to talking with God
Head up - while looking in the mirror.

Eighteen years later - He is still right here with me.
Eighteen years later - He is once again in New York City.

And Lady Liberty - still and forever - guiding the prevailing winds
As she, and maybe she alone, knows what is needed to truly win.

Yes - Eighteen years later - It was a day we had to save ourselves - once again.
While Eighteen years later - It is Him I still see - forever, and again.

As He watches over New York City,
And as He watches over us all,

He watches over these United States of America
And he catches every one of us - as we continue to fall.

Yes, it was now a very gray sky sort of day,
And sadly no longer in a perfect blue sky kind of way.

Yes, it was a New York is Ground Zero kind of day
{But Mercy, God and Comfort - still - all around}
As we face a very different - but still invisible - battleground.

Yes - In a very different kind of way...
It was a September Eleventh kind of day. ~

Author:

Christine Pieper is an Artist and Lifestyle Blogger, living, writing, and painting in Jacksonville Beach, Florida, with her hubby and eight year old puppy. She made a major life change in 2017 by uprooting and moving from Illinois to the Sunshine State, and has been living her best life in Florida since - detailing all her many and varied adventures living and traveling the Deep South to share with you. Her mission is to help you live YOUR best life - by getting out there, going for it, and making that big change you always dreamed of. Christine will inspire you to get over yourself, show up for yourself, and get out of your own way. The only one stopping you - is YOU.

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