One

  As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
      We became one color.

  As we carried each other 

  Down the stairs of the burning building,

      We became one class.

  As we lit candles of waiting and hope,

      We became one generation.

  As the firefighters and police officers

  Fought their way into the inferno,

      We became one gender.

  As we fell to our knees 

  In prayer for strength,

      We became one faith.

  As we whispered or shouted 

  Words of encouragement,

        We spoke one language.

  As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,

        We became one body.

  As we mourned together the great loss

      We became one family.

  As we cried tears of grief and loss

      We became one soul.

  As we retell with pride 

  Of the sacrifice of heroes,

      We became one people.

  We are...

      One color

      One class

      One generation

      One gender

      One faith

      One language

      One body

      One family

      One soul

      One people

  We are The Power of One.

        One Nation,

             Under God,

                  Indivisible.

                            We are United.

                            We are America.

 

by Cheryl Sawyer,  professor at UH Clear Lake, Counseling Department

 
Used by permission
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