Though many may say it sounds cliche, this writer,
person and observer sees something that has been
absent from our daily lives reappear -- it is love,
unconditional love. Though the mere word itself
cannot describe what it truly is, it is what we are left to
work with. Describing "love" with words is a daunting
task. Passion, commitment and devotion are just some
other words which all refer back to love. Poets and
writers have tried for centuries to describe this feeling,
and have failed.
Many know it is not the words themselves that
describe love at all, but actions. What we do when we
love. The risks we take when we step forward when no
one else does. When we reach out to someone we have
never met, have never known, and say, "Take my hand.
I'll pull you up." We know then that someone has done
As Americans, what do we love? Do we love our tall
buildings and the power they seem to represent? Do
we love the creations we have invented? As
Americans, what we love most is human life, and
freedoms of living that human life, that very human life.
There is no mistaking our value of life. You can hear it
clearly in the true American voices which now cry out,
which now pray, and which now whisper.
No one is saying, "Sorry we lost a building," or that "Our
planes are not what we thought we created." What
holds our hearts is the loss of life and the miracles
surrounding all those whom survived.
There is a man who was nearly on the 90th floor of a
tower when the tower collapsed. As though in movie,
as if to defy the evil, in an unexplainable journey, he
rode the building down to the street and lived to tell his
People crawled on their hands and knees from
room to room, floor after floor, to help others escape the
fiery infernos. Several passengers in a plane decided it
was better to risk their lives and overpower the
hijackers than to let them succeed to their target.
It's in the numerous phone calls to loved ones saying
"forgive me for any harm I have ever done," or "I will
wait for you in heaven," or the simple heartfelt, "I will
always love you." That is what puts life back into
As the media attempts to capture the scene, or as they
show families pleading for loved ones lost in an effort
to ease pain, they are incapable of giving a true picture
of "Love." It is not their fault. It's the medium in which
they are left to use.
Step outside and look around.
Neighbors are holding each other for the first time.
Churches are packed on Sunday. Bibles are open and
prayers have not stopped. Donation lines taking hours
where just last week they could get hardly anyone. Did
you see it? Were you part of it?
National games not being played out of respect of the
lost. Voices are being lifted. People, no matter who they
are, or where they are, stopping at a given hour to
stand together with burning candles and moments of
silence. Can you hear it? Did you do it?
Communities, across the great nation known as
America, as well as foreign lands, are packing up goods
and sending them to ground zero. Groups are
organizing and bringing lunch, dinner, breakfast to
weary workers. Can you feel it?
What is it that you hear? Can it be love? What is it that
you see happening? Can that be love too? What is it
that you feel? Oh, it is Love. It is the greatest and most
powerful weapon ever created. It is at the center core
of our being. What may have once been buried, has
been revealed. It is strong and it is bold. Nothing else
ever associated with human life can even get close.
Love is the very sword we seek. Love is our hope, or
guide. It is healing. It eases our darkest moments. Love
is the shining light that removes darkness. For it is,
known that light and dark cannot share the same space.
But, if light and dark cannot, then can two other foes?
No, they cannot. Love and evil, as light and dark,
cannot occupy the same space.
For in that moment evil had its hand ready to rise in
victory, but in the next, it was defeated. Death is not
the victor here. Evil has already lost this battle. Love,
unconditional devotion, overwhelming passion, and
undying commitment have conquered that very
C. K. Gold
Beverly Hills, CA