Friday, September 11, 2009
9/11/01: There are no words
It is incomprehensible to me, still.
Eight years later, and I still can not take it all in: the memory of the images. The sounds. The smells.
I don't know why it is, exactly, but I am always caught by surprise and taken up short by the enormity of sadness in my heart. There are no words - no prayers - no sound I can make.
I simply lift my eyes and my heart to the heavens.
Later this evening, I will give the benediction at the 9/11 Memorial here in Chatham. This town lost 13 people.
I pray I will find some words for those who have gathered - the parents, the wives the children - to remember their loved ones who died that day, nine years ago. To offer some words of hope and solace and peace.
Right now, there simply are no words. Only the numbers "9/11". Only memories of what is still incomprehensible.
In moments like these, perhaps it is best to simply let music and poetry carry our prayers. Our sadness. Our fears. Our hopes.
In this clip, Leonard Slatkin Conducts the BBC Orchestra on September 15 2001 in honor of those who lost their lives a few days prior. The visuals are from BBC's 'Last Night of the Proms' and ABC's 'Report from ground zero.
I offer it as my meditation on the 9th Anniversary of "9/11", with thanks to Marcia.
Because, there simply are no words.
Because it is still incomprehensible.