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"The Ones in the Air" by Terrence Michael Wall.
"Off the Gate at 8:02" by Butch West.
"In Memory of the TWA FLIGHT 800 Crash" by Sergei Polischouk.
A custom-made card by Lynn Darby
"The Rabbi Prayed" by Bernadette Cioch
"Remember Us" from the Flight 800 Monument dedication ceremony
"Love Never Dies" by Canon Henry Scott-Holland, and printed
in the One Year Anniversary Program
"Amazing Grace" by John Newton, played at the Monument dedication
ceremony, and printed in the One Year Anniversary Program
"We Remember Them" , a poem written and performed by Deborah Bruzzo
and Joseph McKasty at the One Year Memorial.
"Can Do" , poem written by John R. Holst Sr., for
the Memorial Anniversary, printed in the Moriches Bay Memorial Park Program.
"Psalm 139" , taken from the bible, for the Ceremony at
St. John the Divine, during the Memorial Anniverary.
"Psalm 23" , also taken from the bible and used at the same Ceremony.
"Roses on the Water" by Phyllis Palmer, is a nice tribute to the memorial and its impact.
ON TO PAGE 2, new contributions as of the Second Anniversary.
The Ones In The Air
by Terrence Micheal Wall
I believe in the spirits,
In the simplest way.
It's a person remembered,
At odd times of the day.
It's the following of lessons,
Of the ones in the air.
It's avoiding the pitfalls,
Taught by the ones who care.
The spirit is the joke,
A loved one often told.
Or recalling the times,
When they acted so bold.
You relive with a smile,
Reminisce with a tear.
The ones who are gone,
The ones who are dear.
As long as you remember,
Their spirits will be there.
Whenever you need them,
Think of the ones in the air.
Treasure the good times,
They'll help you get along.
You can travel with your spirits,
In the midst of the throng.
"Off the Gate at 8:02"
by Butch West, friend of Amy Miller
Off the gate at 8:02
Off the runway at 8:19
Off the radar at 8:48
With these words someone reporting on TWA Flight 800 gave a terse, clinical analysis
of the event which touches the lives of so many of us. From these meager details comes
the inescapable horror...
Lives have been lost.
Lives have been changed forever.
Family and friends have died.
Family and friends have been devastated.
Off the radar at 8:48. So simple to say. So impossible to understand. The questions
arise: What happened. Why did it happen? The "what" question is important. The answer
will be found. That answer may be helpful to protect others in the future. The question
goes deeply into what it means to be human. We search. We ask. But the answers
don't come. Or do they? Perhaps deep down what we affirm about God provides answers
that are, in fact, all we need.
"And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever," say the Psalms. Amy is in the house
of the Lord. There she shall dwell. And there she shall dwell forever. Someday we shall
dwell there too, make no mistake about it; we will see Amy again.
TWA Flight 800
Off the gate
Amy would have said, "Jesus is the gate."
Off the runway
Amy would have said, "Jesus is the one way."
Off the eyes of the radar
Amy would have said, "His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me."
In the Memory of the TWA FLIGHT 800 Crash
by Sergei Polischouk
1605 SW 4th Avenue, Battle Ground, WA 98604
(360)666-8735
She is flying high and
and there is no end
No one would wait there
no brother or friend
And she will fell
head down in a sand
Then he will stand
and up his face will hold
Before the gates
of mansion full of gold
And not one hair
of his head will foal
He won't raise his voice
and what not his won't waste
He never had bees
and don't know it taste
His servant from a jug
will pour him wine
Without labor
He will give me mine
He called his servant
tell him what to bring
Not even knowing
those who will it drink
They will go there
and they will step on sand
She loves to fly
and like to hold his hand
And those who ready for
them feeling great
Not all the salt
is suitable for bread
Not all the luggage
empty on the inside
But those, who here now,
can't be outside
And shipper never heard
what wise man had
There was begining
and there would be end
He did not come
alone but with a friend
Their connection
was based on a sun
One was the father
other was his son
They purchased it
name lost it then found it
An answer is not said
by him who knew
He lived with them,
but very lonely grew
Has searched that search,
but did not wait that long
Not knowing his razor
kept his hair long
It is snow he loved,
but never like the frost
And he is here now, but that is where he was
The End
This image is actually the front of a nice, custom-made card sent to us by Lynn Darby of Center Moriches, NY, who writes about it that "...it depicts a Long Island shore line and a serene sense of peace and heartfelt emotional commitment of a love that will never die." Email her with any questions if you desire.
The Rabbi Prayed
"Looking out at the sea
The memory unwelcome but yet to be
A warm July night
A doomed flight
God sent us to care
God help us to bear
And the Rabbi prayed.
Death all around
No life to be found
All joined together
In a monumental endevor
To bring home the lost
To their families at all cost
And the Rabbi prayed.
Many hours had passed
No relief at last
Backpacks and teddy bears
God, please dry our tears
Parents without children
Children without parents
And the Rabbi prayed.
Tons of twisted steel
The scene was surreal
Rescuers down-hearted
For those now departed
And the Rabbi prayed.
As times goes by
Less and less we cry
Yet deep in our souls
We are changed forever
Lord, thank you for the rainbow
Which lifted our hearts that were low
And for letting the dark night give way
To the light of a new day
We will heal with your love
For this I pray."
Bernadette Cioch
"If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me,
And thy right hand shall hold me."
Psalm 139, Lines 9 & 10
This poem and biblical selection were written and made by Bernadette, an Emergency Medical Technition, incredibly stirred by a rabbi praying over the bodies around the clock in the makeshift morgue.
To the living, We are gone.
To the sorrowful, We will never return.
To the angry, We were cheated.
But to the happy, We are at peace.
And to the faithful, We have never left.
We can not speak, but We can listen.
We can not be seen, but we can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore,
Gazing at a beautiful sea,
Remember Us.
As you look upon a flower and
admire its simplicity,
Remember Us.
When you sip a coffee,
in a Paris Cafe
Remember Us.
Remember Us in your hearts,
your thoughts
and your memories.
Of the times We loved,
the times We cried,
the time We fought,
and the times We laughed.
For if you always think of Us,
We will never have gone.
Death is nothing.
I have only passed into the next room.
I am me, you are you.
What we were for each other, we are always.
Call me by the name you have always used.
Speak to me as you have always done.
Change not your tone.
Be not solemn or sad in manner.
Laugh at the things we lasughed at together.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be spoken at home as it has always been.
without emphasis of any kind or any trace of darkness.
Life means what it has always meant.
It is what it has always been.
The thread has not been cut.
Why would I be out of your thoughts because I am out of sight?
I wait for you. I am not far away. Just on the other side of the road.
You see all is well.
By Canon Henry Scott-Holland
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I was once lost, but now I am found
Was blind but now I see
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour i first believed
Through many dangers, toils and snares
We have already come
Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I was once lost, but now I am found
Was blind but now I see
by John Newton
July 18, 1997
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of the winter
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the opening of the buds and the warmth of the summer
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the rustling of the leaves and the beauty of autumn
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the beginning of the year and when it ends
WE REMEMBER THEM
When we are weary and in need of stregth
WE REMEMBER THEM
When we are lost and sick at heart
WE REMEMBER THEM
When we have joys we yearn to share
WE REMEMBER THEM
So as long as we live, they too shall live
For they are now a part of us
WE REMEMBER THEM
by Deborah Bruzzo and Joseph McKasty
We were invited to help, if we wanted to.
We did! We were glad we did too!
For we worked on a prodgect that was but a dream.
There before our eyes it grew.
A marvelous playground, a garden, a memorial too!
How did it happen?
Six marvelous women, said we can to!
So an idea became a reality - as so few do!
Because six rallied so many to do!
Supervisor Grucci and the Town of Brookhaven too!
A memorial was built to honor all of you!
The Community of Center Moriches,
who didn't think twice just flew
to help TWA 800, its passengers and crew.
July 1997, John R. Holst, Sr.
Leader : O LORD, thou hast searched me out, and known me. Thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising; thou understandest my thoughts long before.
People : Thou art about my path, and about my bed, and art aquainted with all my ways.
Leader : For lo, there is not a word in my tongue, but thou, O LORD, knowest it altogether.
People : Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
Leader : Such knowledge it too wonderful and excellent for me; I cannot attain unto it.
People : Whither shall i go then from thy spirit? or whither shall i go then from thy presence?
Leader : If I climb up into heaven, thou art there; if I go down into hell, thou art there also.
People : If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Leader : Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
People : If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me, then shall my night be turned to day.
Leader : Yes, the darkness is no darkness with thee, bu the night is as clear as the day; the darness and light to thee are both alike.
The Lord is my shepard; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death,
I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they confort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the company of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
(On watching the seaside Memorial Service for TWA Flight 800 victims)
After the formal tributes and prayers
only the roses remain.
The last mournful note of Taps fades away -
leaving only the sound of the surf
as mourners drift toward the sea.
Today the ocean is calm and warm
as some wade into the shallows,
clutching a rose for each one they lost
but there somewhere
in the dark, silent deep.
Roses are flung on a sea of tears,
as if trying to reach their love.
But they fall short, and the gentle waves
bring them tenderly back,
unrecieved.
That great, thundering ocean
which holds their hearts
crushed in its darkest depths,
now comforts them with healing waves,
caressing bare feet on the beach.
A warm sea breeze from way out there
stirs them with mystic breath,
whispering they're not alone -
their dear ones are at home above
in the great eternal Heart of Love.
Phyllis Palmer
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