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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