Till All Men Learn to Live As Brothers - Sunday Citar

Ten years.  Can it possibly be?  Do you remember where you were?  I was in my living room, preparing to leave for work.  I froze.  Eyes glued to Good Morning America.  Was I seeing what I was seeing?


We had become so desensitized, calloused. We loved those awesome Bruce Willis movies, Die Hard ... Die Hard with a Vengeance ... etc.  Action-packed.  Thrilling.  But this ... not so much.


Life changed forever that morning.  


Forever.  


Every year, we remember.  EVERY year.


I had no grand babies then.  


My mother was still alive.


The economy flourished.  Hubby had an awesome job.


My nephew had not gone off to war ...


And so as we walk into tomorrow, the tenth 9/11 since that day, this old English prayer comes to mind ...
... a prayer that I pray ...
... for all mankind:

An Old English Prayer

Give us, Lord, a bit o' sun
a bit o' work and a bit o' fun;
give us all in th' struggle and splutter
our daily bread and a bit o' butter.

Give us health, our keep to make
an' a bit to spare for poor folks sake;
give us sense, for we're some of us duffers,
an' a heart to feel for all that suffers.

Give us, too, a bit of a song,
an' a tale, and a book to help us along,
an' give us our share o' sorrow's lesson
that we may prove how grief's a blessing.

Give us, Lord, a chance to be
our goodly best, brave, wise and free,
our goodly best for ourselves and others
till all men learn to live as brothers.

Amen.