Twenty-five years have passed,
yet the memory still remains,
a morning filled with sorrow,
a nation washed in pain.
The towers reached toward heaven,
then disappeared from sight,
leaving behind a silence
that still echoes every night.
We remember those who never
made it home that day,
the mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
who were taken far away.
We remember every hero
who ran toward the flame,
while others ran for safety,
they answered when we called their name.
The firefighters and the officers,
the strangers helping strangers too,
the countless acts of courage
from red, white, and blue.
We remember those in heaven,
and the families left behind,
the empty chairs, the photographs,
the memories frozen in time.
Though years may pass before us,
their stories will not fade.
For every life that was taken,
a promise must be made:
To remember their names,
to honor what they gave,
to cherish those beside us,
and never forget the brave.
So today we bow our heads,
with hearts both proud and torn,
and whisper through the years:
We remember.
We honor.
We will never forget.
I have this jar, nothing special about it
Aside for the fact it is used to save money
You may ask about it, actually
I'm saving for something sweet like honey
They say everything cost money
If you live you pay for you to keep on living
If you die you pay to be buried
And here I thought if I just disappear
So does my financial responsibility
Isn't so hard, to choose
Whether to live or to die
Either choice still cost a fortune
So here I am keep on working
Keep on living, Saving for my funeral
I've been trying to climb this mountain called life
But I keep tumbling down
My heart is broken and I am bruised inside
My strength is gone and I dont think I can carry on
No one knows or sees my wounds
I have learned to hide them deep in the heart of the mountain
I wonder if I will ever reach the top
Will I ever see a different and beautiful view
The valley has left my life distorted
Frowning ghosts haunt my memories
I have heard them say
When you reach the top of the mountain
What you see will shock you
It is all nothing but emptiness
Beyond the boundaries of life and death,
My friend forever, you have positioned yourself
In the sublime horizon of my heart.
Your majestic shrine glows with a light,
With what a profound hope and immense delight,
I extend my arms to the powerful expanse.
The quiet night has embraced and draped
Your feet with her sprawling dark hair,
How enchanting is the song the universe is immersed in!
Emanating from the strings of your veena,
The world becomes one with the tune of your music,
I feel a tinge of melancholy emitted by the sadness of the melody.
(For Keith)
Strands of DNA do what our life does
Coil in pairs, bonding with available others
To define one’s self,
As above, so below
As within, so without,
And so it goes, our lives spiraling onward
And outward
A path beyond our control
A path filled with chance meetings
In a world where nothing is really left to chance
A path of change if nothing else
Spiraling ‘round our changeless nature
And all for what?
The chance to simply be
In the doing
The chance to love and know others
And so get glimpses of ourselves
In joy and sorrow
Sharing it all as it goes
Round and round
This mortal coil has a beginning and end
But surely Life goes on
Within us and without us
Leaving its mark
So easily recalled
With the smile upon their face
(8/20/26)
In a basket he once sat
Black and fluffy and slightly fat.
Dreamies were his Friday treat
And he very often snuggled by your feet.
Hanging off a door
His eyes would search
For Sam and Elly.
Where very often they would both be eating
Jelly.
Mates he made in other cats
Friends for life
Fancy that!
Somehow though
Stampy always knew he was top cat.
Lana desperately searches for her mate
and wonders daily why he’s always late.
Why hasn’t he touched his plate?
Time heals pain
And we loved stampy because he was wonderfully insane
In a basket he once sat
Black and fluffy and slightly fat.
Dreamies were his Friday treat
And he very often snuggled by your feet.
Hanging off a door
His eyes would search
For Sam and Elly.
Where very often they would both be eating
Jelly.
Mates he made in other cats
Friends for life
Fancy that!
Somehow though
Stampy always knew he was top cat.
Lana desperately searches for her mate
and wonders daily why he’s always late.
Why hasn’t he touched his plate?
Time heals pain
And we loved stampy because he was wonderfully insane
copy write Kate Almond 2026
Before it ends, before it shall be yore,
Before the beating hearts shall beat no more;
Before our lives shall fade to what's in store;
Before all this, this moment, let's adore.
Two Years Ago
Two years ago
Today
She went
To be with precious Jesus.
No more long struggles
No more pain
Just peace
And happiness with Him
Much more than all before.
For sixty years
God gave us life
Together close
Together close
Together close to Him
Some day God knows
We’ll meet again
And never, never part.
Through Calvary’s Cross
Death will be gain
No more to suffer loss!
I drifted through my days with vacant eyes,
watched the years dissolve to useless gray.
I never paused to marvel at the skies,
nor cared enough to savor my days.
I called it life, this numb and silent crawl,
where every spark of joy was choked and slain.
I heard no beauty in the sparrow's call,
nor felt the quiet worship of the rain.
Then sickness came — a cold and crushing thief,
a heavy clock that echoed through my soul's hall.
The striking dark brought a sudden belief:
to merely breathe is not to live at all.
I reached for all I'd failed to understand,
for every dream I'd left to fade from view.
But time slipped softly like forgotten sand —
too late to grasp the world I never knew.
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
Death,
Sad, forgotten,
Crying, fading, mourning,
Coldness, neglect, emptiness, tears,
Laughing, smiling, singing,
Warm, remembered,
Life.
Them who made it out feel sick once they see that this next generation of youth lack brains so when they return they're ashamed of what they came home to
They say bullets ain't got no names on them & that's true but the fact remains that the gravestones do.
There is a hyphen waiting for my end,
To close that form engendered by my birth;
That year that shall its long imbalance mend,
And mark the measure of a life on Earth.
One may take pity for that broken bar,
Well-grounded left, but rightward hanging bare;
An absent fact a symmetry doth mar;
But it has patience, time shall make it fair.
O, such a little thing it is to see!
Two numbers with a hyphen are too dull;
But think, before you pass, that there go we,
And once, within that hyphen, dwelt a soul.
God tells us he has laws, laws that will make us have everlasting death if we fail to follow.
God tells us from many stories, that there are ways to make us good and bad, that we need to live and pray throughout our days, to follow God and his ways.
Our God has many times given us strength to continue on, to make us see a clearer way on our path home to God and our promised life.
God sometimes abandons us, leaves us alone because of our acts, acts of failures to be good that lead us astray and cause us to feel blue.
God has always been, he continues to be part of our life, we pray that we are following all the ways that make us have brighter and brighter days, and lead us to our everlasting life.
God is zealous, he has fought, he tells us he wants no one else to replace his laws, throughout history we are reminded, that many will perish, and not make it to everlasting life.
We pray for all to live a life of God, to find the path of good, to live and pray that all will be well.
Lifting prayers to God today and always.
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