A Baby's Cry Among the Ruin

I wrote this shortly after the attack of 9-11-01. It's overall message is one of having to go on, if not for ourselves, for the children of this great country. I've also set it to music.

In the aftermath of the attack on America on 9-11-01, I, along with so many others world wide have tried to come to grips with my feelings of fear, anxiety, pain and sadness. I have prayed and have been inspired by those groups of people joining in prayer around the world. Seeing the masses turn to God in our time of need gives me strength and hope.

I cannot help but think of the children of this country and how this has impacted their innocent lives. It was with that thought that I wrote the following piece. Our children must know that they are protected by God, by us and will never walk alone.

A Baby's Cry Among the Ruin

Sometimes the world we live in is uncertain- in a moment what's known can slip away. And we feel as we walk among the ruin- our hope dwindle as we greet the coming day.

Faces full of tears, such pain and desperation- you can almost feel it blowing in the air. Clouds billowing, a cold and sad reminder- of what stood, but is no longer there.

Hands out reaching to soothe the broken hearted- we can't see beyond the tears for the lost souls. Terror's wrath forever etched inside our hearts now- we question if we ever will feel whole.

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin- as I thought about that tiny, gentle life- my heart told me that we could not let this wee one- grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife. So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears- and hold each other's hearts within our own. The children of tomorrow must feel safe here- for their still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone.

We will dig our way through acts of pure destruction- eyes full of tears but heads held high with pride. And though tomorrow seems like it will take forever- the sun will rise on this great country, freedom shines.

When I lay my weary head upon my pillow- and pray to God to help us as we grieve. I have to know within my heart that we'll recover- if I don't, what are the young ones to believe?

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin- as I thought about that tiny, gentle life- my heart told me that we could not let this wee one- grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife. So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears- and hold each other's hearts within our own. The children of tomorrow must feel safe here- for their still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone. — Ellen M. DuBois