for political affiliation. It mattered not their religious
preference, their race, presonal attire or social status.
What did matter was their fellow citizens were in great
peril. That alone was all that counted.
With no regard for personal safety they stormed
the lofty towers with one objective in mind. To save lives.
A humble lot who claims they were just doing their job. But
for us who bore witness it was a standard in which to follow.
Who are these heroes? They are the people next door,
the ones you see in church, at the coffee shop, in the mall, in
the park with their children. They're our friends, our neighbors,
our countrymen and women who have given us a new purpose
of patriotism.
From the fierfighters, the police, emt's, and the
gallant souls of Flight #93. They have clearly demonstrated
the example of being an American. For what greater gift is
there than to lay down your life for another.
You have our utmost admiration and graditude.
From the absolute depth of a nations heart, we thank you.
For thr Virgil-Michael Moss
Virgil-Michael Moss
September 11, 2001
In the year of our Lord
A day that will forever be scorched within the
spirit of human decency. When the cruel and inhuman
bastards of cowardice attacked a body of citizens whose
only objective was providing for their families.
Represenitives of over eighty countries perished
in this insane display of evil. A multitude of voices cry
as one for justice.
A catastrophic act leveled at a people who yearn
to breathe free. Who endeavor to worship God without
restriction or prejudice. Who embrace opportunity and
hard work, for they know these two linked together equals
the American Dream. May God bless them and their families
they so tragically left behind.
Vengeance is mine saith the Lord; I will repay. Be ye
angry and sin not. Let not the sun go down upon thy wrath.
Let the wisdom of these scriptures be at the forefront of our
focus. For if we respond in blind vengeance are we any
different than they? I think not.
A time to kill; a time to heal. As we go forth to combat
this iniquity let us be mindful of the innocence abroad. For
their women and children are scorned, reviled, and persecuted
through no fault of their own.
Once more we shall stand united, three hundred million
strong. And once more we shall prove, in spite of our differences,
this nation will not relent to the malignant cowards that be.
So help us God.
Virgil-Michael Moss
Despair
Despair is love, hope and trust
pressed through the sieve of betrayl.
The fragments scattered upon the
winds of indifference.
Followed by an endless, desperate search
for the pieces.
Beverly Barton
"Resounding Echoes"
The crisis of self inflicted doubt salms against
the spirit of the inner most being. An ever present enigma.
An entity that pulverizes from within. The ultimate opponent
in the form of an intangible foe. Silently devious yet enormously
strong, instilling constant and relentless doubt and fear even unto
known achievements. There is no refuge.
Resounding echoes of uncertainty and oppression hammer
the soul without mercy, thus creating a maze of misguided emotions.
Triumphs become trivial. Accomplishments are petty. Success is
insignificant. For there stands a perpetual consistency whose purpose
is to rob and overwhelm the hub of existence.
Silently yet another erosion takes root. Its stems of subtlety
move swiftly to suppress and choke the esteem until it sadly retreats
back, to the apparent reality, of ones' own image.
Virgil-Michael Moss
Peace Within
To feel so terribly lonely when people are all around
Adrift on a sea of despair; only wanting to be found
Not knowing what you're fighting; who is this relentless foe
The one who stole your dreams; who brought your heat to woe
What is holding you back; where are your guts to try
Why are you content with less, when you know you can reach the sky
Who has wounded youe spirit; who has crippled your soul
Where is the grace of your manner; who has taken control
What has beaten you down, and caused your soul to bleed
Who has said you're second-class, and never will succeed
What is this that clings to you and attacks your will to achieve
Knowing a flame burns within you;why do you choose to greive
Could it be falling short of knowing what you could be
Or lacking the courage to reach, beyond that which you can see
Where is the stength from God, and your quest for peace within
We are here for but a moment, so strive and plan to begin
Having wealth, fame, riches, and goods to store upon your shelf
It is all so very worthless, until you learn to love yourself
Virgil-Michael Moss
Only a Mother
As I ponder where the years have gone,
my praise to God I sing.
Of the many wonderful memories,
as only a Mother could bring.
You'll never know my depth of love;
how much you mean to me.
Seeing the good in those you touch,
as only a Mother could see.
The Lord made you remarkable,
and gave you a heart of gold.
And implanted a spirit of wisdom,
as only a Mother could know.
He gave you courage and virtue,
and your share of burdens to bear.
But through it all you provided
as only a Mother could care.
As I ponder where the years have gone,
my praise to God above.
Thank you, Mom, for loving me,
as only a Mother...could love.
Virgil-Michael Moss
~~The Bread...~~
How would you know?...The Saviors words... If you never felt pain, then how would you know that I'm a Healer? If you never went through, how would you know that I'm a Deliverer? If you never had a trial, how could you call yourself an overcomer? If you never felt sadness, how would you know that I'm a Comforter? If you never made a mistake, how would you know that I'm forgiving? If you knew all, how would you know that I will answer your questions? If you never were in trouble, how would you know that I will come to your rescue? If you never were broken, then how would know that I can make you whole? If you never had a problem, how would you know that I can solve them? If you never had any suffering, then how would you know what I went through? If you never went through the fire, then how would you become pure? If I gave you all things, how would you appreciate them? If I never corrected you, how would you know that I love you? If you had all power, then how would you learn to depend on me? If your life was perfect, then what would you need Me for?
By: Perrie Jones Jr.
When our heart beats for the last time, it won't matter what degrees or positions we held, how many people we knew, what religion we were, or what nice things they said about us at our funeral. All that will matter is whether or not you have grabbed the nail-scarred hand of Jesus Christ to forgive your sin and take you to His heaven.
