Last night, I ran across a poem that someone “Unknown” had written- who knows how many years ago. It seems fitting to leave it here on the page- to honor a day that changed America forever. A day where we all collectively wept, then held hands and dug in- working for the good of our neighbors, hatred, politics, differences cast aside. We were all one- and we all mourned-
What did you do today? Was anyone happy that you passed their way? Does anyone remember that you spoke today? What type of a difference did you perform today?
The day is almost over and toiling time is through: Is there anyone in this day to speak kindly of you? Can you say tonight in parting with the day that’s slipping fast, that you helped a single person of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said? Does the one whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day or use it? Was it well or sorely spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that you can say: You have earned one more tomorrow by what you did today?May God continue to watch over us and may our leaders find that turning to God not only in times of crisis but in every day life is the answer to the ills facing us right now-
Now if you will excuse me, I need to go and hug my cats-