Dear Rosemary, I did not know Eddie,
but I know his aunt Margaret Robinson in Gary, Indiana, and God gave me this poem almost 2 years
after the 911 tragedy. I would like to share it with you. It is entitled Dial 911.
After the 911 tragedy,
We should see God in all of His majesty.
It brought us together as a nation,
every creed, every color, from His creation.
A day that has been like no other,
A day that so many lives were smothered.
It could have been much worse you know,
let us thank God that no more had to go.
It could have been your son or daughter,
lying between the brick and the mortar.
Let us thank God that He spared some of us that pain,
for we all know, that into each life
must fall some rain.
A friends' relative was killed in the plane that hit the pentagon.
Thank God that you, your son, or daughter were not the one.
Life has toossed us all about,
and we thought we had so much clout.
It's things like this that bring us to our knees,
even the ones who've never prayed,
on that day, cried please! please! please!
Oh God save me, save my loved one, from this dreadful thing that was just done.
You're no different from the rest. All of us are in this mess.
In this life from no tragedy are we exempt,
we must humble ourselves again and pray, and our God we must not tempt.
This has been copyrighted but I have
not had the money to publish it yet, it is in a book, and I also have it on cd with music set to it.
You can reach me at P.O. Box 4448 Gary, Indiana 46404, if you'd like to. My name is Mary White-Collins.
Sent it to Mary Collins C/O Tomika Anderson. Sorry for your loss.
Mary Charlotte White-Collins
February 1, 2007