Hello dear visitors to our website. Thanks for checking in!
As many of you know, I attend Union Theological Seminary in
Manhattan. I was indeed in NYC on Sept. 11th, though thankfully,
a few miles uptown from the attack. At school, we cried, prayed and hoped
for the safety of family members and friends of our seminary community. Two
weeks later, several groups from school covered a 24 hour shift
volunteering at Ground Zero. As we prepared to leave the site, the
volunteer coordinator admonished us to find a way to debrief. She rightly
knew that our time at Ground Zero was overwhelming in many ways. Later that
same day, the following poem wrote itself inside of my soul.
Reggie and I are currently recording a new CD called
SIMPLICITY and will include a recorded version of the poem.
Thank you for sharing my reflections. We continue to pray for peace!
Sept. 25, 2001 12:00-4:00 AM Ground Zero
Short Shift at Ground Zero
by Kim R. Harris
We rode the subway
Back uptown to seminary
Our shoes are covered with ash and dirt
They won't let you take anything from Ground Zero
Ministers can't even take ashes back to families
Hoping for the missing, grieving the dead
Oh God up in heaven
Blessed be your name
And blessed be the memory of each precious one
Lost to the horror of hatred
On our tiny planet
May your Way come soon
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
"Shhhh...people sleep in here!"
(softer) "Yea. I'm looking for one of my men."
"Said he'd be sleeping up by the organ."
"Go right up there,
Near the fan, by the light."
St. Paul's Church sanctuary
Praying and sleeping in pews
Women and men recovery workers
We give blankets, coffee, food
Give us this day,
Our daily bread.
Famous chef makes the food
Fifty yards from Ground Zero
A shell that rises like the Coliseum
Small fires still burn
Big machines move
Bright lights glare
My hard hat is blue
What are the flashes of orange
Here and there in the rubble?
I wonder if the fire fighters wore orange coats?
Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
So hated, our America
So loved, our digging heroes
Letters and cards on the wall
School kids' poems, paper hugs
No time to ask, "Why?"
"Would you like some desert with your dinner?"
"Isn't this just like a restaurant?"
"To send me here to clean up
Right under your feet!"
For the kingdom,
the power and the glory are yours
Here's my badge and my photo ID
Army with guns in the streets
Someone on the radio said,
"ACLU, take a back seat."
I cry when I look at my shoes
Can't bring myself to wash them off
Here is a link back to Kim & Reggie's home page.