What I remember most is the quiet. When you live about 10 miles away from the 6th busiest airport in the world, you notice the sound of accelerating or decelerating every three minutes like clockwork. It becomes a regular rhythm of your life; a background cadence that you make peace with for the sake of your own sanity.
Until it's gone.
Then... the silence is deafening.
And on that day... paralyzing.
God of peace, bring your peace to our violent world:
peace in the hearts of all men and women and
peace among the nations of the earth.
Turn to your way of love those whose hearts
and minds are consumed with hatred.
God of understanding, overwhelmed by the magnitude
of this tragedy, we seek your light and guidance as we confront
such terrible events.
Grant that those whose lives were spared may live so that the lives
lost here may not have been lost in vain.
Comfort and console us,
strengthen us in hope,
and give us the wisdom and courage
to work tirelessly for a world
where true peace and love reign
among nations and in the hearts of all.
Pope Benedict XI--Prayer at Ground Zero
New York, 20 April 2008