E Pluribus Unum
E Pluribus UnumSept 11, 2001My heart ached.I was tired of crying.Tired of hoping.Exhausted from feeling, the day American's came to my aid. I stretched to placea coin into an offering, and I read, 'E Pluribus Unum, In God We Trust'. I saw a lone manwaving a flagon the overpass of the freeway. A young boy looking onas his father in a ponytaillovingly smootheda flag bumper sticker to the back window oftheir car. A woman buryingher face in the flag,and another whose tearsizzled against the wickof a flickering candle. I listened to those who too often argued bitterlyabout who is wrongand who is rightsay'we'. I too heard,a presidentwho listened,and who prayed.I healed a bit,as exhausted rescuerchoked up with 'I'm only doing my job.'and I closed my eyesand hugged my childwhen he whispered,'We'll be better tomorrow mom.'Tonight, I am not whiteor black, or yellow.I am not a Jew or a Christianor a pagan. I am not Japanese,or French or Danish.I am not a mourneror a survivoror even a rescuer.I am, an Americanjust like them,just like you.In many, we are one.E Pluribus Unum.---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed September 14 2001http://Chantaclair.com Written September 14th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 12:43 AM PST 0 • 12 • 9
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"E Pluribus UnumSept 11, 2001My heart ached.I was tired of crying.Tired of hoping.Exhausted from feeling, the day American's came to my aid. I stretched to placea coin into an offering, and I read, 'E Pluribus Unum, In God We Trust'. I saw a lone manwaving a flagon the overpass of the freeway. A young boy looking onas his father in a ponytaillovingly smootheda flag bumper sticker to the back window oftheir car. A woman buryingher face in the flag,and another whose tearsizzled against the wickof a flickering candle. I listened to those who too often argued bitterlyabout who is wrongand who is rightsay'we'. I too heard,a presidentwho listened,and who prayed.I healed a bit,as exhausted rescuerchoked up with 'I'm only doing my job.'and I closed my eyesand hugged my childwhen he whispered,'We'll be better tomorrow mom.'Tonight, I am not whiteor black, or yellow.I am not a Jew or a Christianor a pagan. I am not Japanese,or French or Danish.I am not a mourneror a survivoror even a rescuer.I am, an Americanjust like them,just like you.In many, we are one.E Pluribus Unum.---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed September 14 2001http://Chantaclair.com..."