On the edge of reason, we watched and waited.
We hated being helpless, and I guess
we hated being the target of hate.
Many were functioning as they normally had,
but then every man, woman, mom and dad
had much to explain to minds that could not
comprehend. It had sent a strong message,
that we should be ever-vigilant and can’t
let down our guard. It is hard to preach trust
when the thrust of such extreme proportion
penetrates our collective spirit. They thought
they’d split it in two. It is true that we fight
amongst each other, like any “sister” and “brother”
but let another interfere and we’ll be here united
to fight it tooth and nail. We had stumbled, but did not fail.
May God continue to Bless America!
© – Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Thank you for this remembrance. I was talking about this with my 90 year old Mom this morning, about how to heal and move on, and she said “No one remembers Pearl Harbor Day anymore.” Of course, I do, but that may have to do more with a day on the school calendar than actual pain. I forgot to ask how long it took. She said that balancing it with Hiroshima may have had something to do with it. Course, I was born in the 1950s, so I don’t really know. With the wars we have been engaged in, will we ever have balance?
“It is hard to preach trust
when the thrust of such extreme proportion
penetrates our collective spirit. They thought
they’d split it in two.”
Not about this. Never.
What an amazing picture.