**The above slide shows 9/11 peace globes submitted today**
Somewhere in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, on holy ground in New York City and among the walking ghosts in patriotic hallways in Washington, there is a sound we've never heard before. It wasn't in the crashing. Or the crackling of the fire. It wasn't the screams. Nor the tears.
Unheard that day above the din of destruction and shock, it seeped through slivers of steel wrapped in unspeakable acts of evil. But it was there. Hiding in the rubble. Waiting for a day when the voice of the unheard and unborn could give it wings to fly.
There had to be room for grieving and gathering you see, and reaching for hands to help pull us up again. It's taken awhile to let it rise.
But I hear it now. Ten years later. Voices of those yet to be born. And voices of those wanting to be heard. When a nation falls to its knees in anguish as ours did, not in the sense that we were beaten down or destroyed, but in a sea of humanity's tears that unexpectedly brought us to bear the same pain......it makes room for unity to grow in spite of ourselves. And who knows more about growing than the unborn?
Voices that were once only whispers in twisted metal, can begin to emerge as a stronger voice. They know that a spit and prayer won't do. It takes much more than that. And since the best place to start is always at the beginning, I choose to believe that if we are to have a snowball's chance of the next generation living in peace on Planet Earth, we have to respect the young ones in all their infinite unborn wisdom because they have the most to lose - and the most to give.
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