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The Rose Beyond The Wall

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God’s free light,
Watered and fed by the morning dew,
Shedding it’s sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice’s length
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it’s fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive–
The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forever-more.

~A.L Frink

Please take a moment to remember Elaine Cillo, Christopher Stevens, Sean Smith, Tyrone S. Woods and Glen Doherty.

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Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Please take a moment to remember Elaine Cillo, Christopher Stevens, Sean Smith, Tyrone S. Woods and Glen Doherty.

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In Remembrance of Elaine Cillo

On September 11, 2001, Elaine Cillo was a Vice President at Marsh Technology and Information Service, working on the 97th floor of the North Tower at the World Trade Center. I’ve read that she loved takingĀ  photographs, but not being photographed; she had a twin sister, Lynne, with whom she’d recently traveled to Greece; and liked to play the guitar as a teenager.

Simple, bare facts that paint an inadequate portrait of a real person who loved and was loved. I never had the pleasure of meeting Elaine, living, as we did, on opposite sides of the country, so I can’t hope to do justice to the person she was. Instead, I’ll let you read the messages her family and friends have left at other memorial sites. Then I’ll leave you with a few words from one of my favorite poets, Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Remembering Our Colleagues
9/11 Heroes

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Rest in peace, Elaine.

Links to more memorials at Project 2996.

Wendy links to additional Project 2996 posts and other 9/11-related links.

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