BROKEN WINGS
I found a broken angel wing lying on the ground. I fell to my knees crying out to God. Why? Why did this happen? The answer given to me was; My child your loved one was protected even though you thought he was not. I sent my best guardian angels swiftly to their side. They not only held them tightly inside their wings, but guided them home to me. You had them for as long as I needed you to have them. Now you must leave them in my arms to hold until you meet again in heaven. You may keep the angel wing you found to remind you of my love, and my promise that we will be together for all of eternity. As I looked over my shoulder standing there crying was the angel who had lost her wing. She spoke softly to me through her tears. The lord sent his best, and I am one of them. Your loved one is safe and wants you to be assured of this. Why is your wing broke I asked? I was the one who was holding up the buildings while the lord cradled your loved ones in his arms. Keep the wing, but in doing so " Keep The Faith" for the lord is always with you. 
                                                                                                                                                                       Barbara Barrelli - Lowrey

I just showed Barbara how I showcased her poem and her response was so touching, I just had to share it with everyone...

Dear Michelle,
I just got home, and my sister was crying. She was on your site. She told me to sit down and look through your site again. I started crying when I clicked onto my poem. Your are truly an inspiration to all of us out here. Thank you so much for letting others see, and feel what we all do. You are doing a wonderful thing. I can't say THANK YOU enough. GOD BLESS AMERICA. Sincerely, Barbara

Thank you for posting the Poem by Barbara Barrelli-Lowrey. It is beautiful! I cried while reading it not only because of those lost on September 11 but for a more personal reason. When I was 21 my brother, Richard, was killed in an accident two days before Christmas. He was only 19 and I tried to understand how God could let this happen. He was such a loving, wonderful young man. Everyone loved him and he had many friends. I tried to figure out why this had to happen. At first I thought that perhaps he had been saved from a terrible death in Korea as he was going to enlist in the Air Force soon. I was bitter for a long time and 51 years later I still feel the loss terribly. Almost everyone who knew him is dead now. I talk about him to my adult children - I want them to know him and perhaps remember what I've said when I am no longer here. If nobody remembers him it will be as if he had never existed and that would be so sad. My son, David, assured me that he would be the family historian and keep all the memorabilia that I have passed on. I've saved things he made, poems and stories he wrote, programs of high school plays in which he had a part and pictures. I loved him so very much. I've felt lonely without him even with family around. The poem has helped me to be reconciled to Richard's death. I am sure that there was an angel watching over Richard and he is watching over me and mine now - another Angel. I will keep watching this web site everyday for as long as it is on line. 
Thank you to Barbara for sharing!!! Nancy Van T.

I was devastated to hear what has happened to us as a nation. 
It is a shame that it takes something like this to bring "ALL AMERICANS" together. I cannot even express my sympathy to those who have lost loved one, I could not imagine the grief of loss. To all the people out there suffering more than any of us. This is what need to be read, it should bring great content to you. To know that God was with these people, and helped them. Thank you so much for this site. VERY EMOTIONAL....

Below is a poem written by Dotty Barwick

A Letter Home

My dear family, I am writing a special letter just to you. 
I want to tell you not to cry, I've made it safely through.
Please know that I am happy sitting here by Jesus' knee 
where all the hosts of heaven sing and worship God with me.

It's so beautiful in heaven and so peaceful here I know
that even if I could come back, I wouldn't want to go.
The street is paved with purest gold, the trees forever green;
the river flowing from God's throne is crystal clear and clean.

I have a mansion all my own; I'm filled with joy and praise.
I listen to sweet music and my voice in anthems raise.
My vision's twenty-twenty and my ears hear every sound;
Feet that once were crippled now walk firmly on the ground.

The old are young and lively; there's no tears to fill my eyes..
all the glories God has promised have come true beyond the skies.
I have everything I need now, so dear family, don't feel blue. 
I'm writing you this letter just to say...I still love you.

I'll be waiting here in Heaven for us to meet again someday 
and I pray that you'll stay ready to be quickly caught away.
But until the trumpet's sounded and the sky is opened wide,
please don't cry for me, my loved ones...I am safe by Jesus' side.

Dorothea K. Barwick©1994 
Click here and here to read more of Dotty's work


I just wanted to let you know that your web site is beautiful, it's comforting to have a place to go and feel like you are not grieving alone. I wrote a poem to help myself deal with the fact that so many people were considered missing, and that not only will they probably never be found, but they will never even find their remains. I would like to share it with anyone who has lost someone due to this disaster. Thank you.

I lay among the ashes 
of what is left of despair
but my soul has found comfort
wrapped in your prayers

I am finally at peace
and surrounded by love
there's no place for hate
in the Heavens above

I know you were hoping
but it's time to let go
I'm no longer missing
I've found my way home

~Tara~

Two sons of a man who died in the WTC read a poem that was published last 
month in Reader's Digest. Here is the poem...

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone - wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. 

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without a ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I'm out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just round the corner.

All is well.

-Henry Scott Holland

AMERICA PRAYS - 

Do It Again, Lord by Max Lucado, September 15, 2001

Dear Lord, We're still hoping we'll wake up. We're still hoping we'll open a sleepy eye and think, "What a horrible dream."

But we won't, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes DID gouge towers. Flames DID consume our fortress. People DID perish. It was no dream and, dear Father, we are sad.

There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor and Dana, dearest Father, Dana was only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)

We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we didn't.

And so we come to you. We don't ask you for help; we beg you for it. We don't request it; we implore it. We know what you can do. We've read the accounts. We've pondered the stories and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord. Do it again."

Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do it again, Lord.

Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.

And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.

You changed Daniel from a captive into a king's counselor. You took Peter the fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of you, David went from leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors today, Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.

Most of all, do again what you did at Calvary. What we saw here last Tuesday, you saw there that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the smoke eclipsed our morning, so the darkness fell on your Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.

And by dusk, heaven's sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.

But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a dark hole, you rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.

We thank you, dear Father, for these hours of unity. Christians are praying with Jews. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of unity.

And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our knees and succeeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel before you. And he has no idea what you can do.

Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice President, and their families. Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.

And look kindly upon your church. For two thousand years you've used her to heal a hurting world.

DO IT AGAIN, LORD. DO IT AGAIN.

Through Christ. Amen