Sunday, September 11, 2016

Poetry Sunday ~ September Eleven

Isa. 2:11 The lofty looks of man shall be humbled, and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down, and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day.
September 11

I cradled my morning coffee,
my eyes they struggled to see
a horrific terrible tragedy,
unfolding in front of me.
Today’s background clutter,
seemed to take a second stance,
scrambling cameras everywhere,
gave rise to a deeper glance.
A plane had hit a building,
I couldn't believe my eyes.
the horror of a gaping wound,
of such an enormous size.
By now I'm jolted wide awake,
something was just not right.
I witnessed the impact yet again,
on the twin without a fight.
Billowing smoke and fragments,
scattered all around.
People frozen in a spot,
as objects fall to the ground.
Reports of other targets,
were coming into view.
My tear-filled eyes were wondering.
what this world was coming to.
In merely a matter of moments,
my blurry eyes did see;
heroes rushing into the scene,
as workers fought to flee.
The crumbling of a building,
number two not far behind.
The crashing of plane three and four,
had mentally boggled my mind.
I couldn't feel my fingers;
a wounded numbness arose.
I sat in total disbelief
as my body stood there froze.
Longing to be shaken,
from this nightmare that is real
my body shrouded in emptiness,
as I buckled to a kneel.
I prayed for love torn strangers,
whose faces dripped with fear.
I longed for welcome solace,
through the shedding of a tear.
The aroma of terror lingers,
as I'm trembling to the core.
I long for the taste of freedom,
which I sense will be no more.
A sleeping nation awakened,
by the trumpets sounding in heaven.
Altering our lives forever,
on the day of September eleven.

Copyright © Joni Zipp
written: Sept. 11, 2001

Isa. 12: 4 And in that day shall ye say, Praise the LORD, call upon his name, declare his doings among the people, make mention that his name is exalted.
God Bless America!


NurseArtist said...

Joni, you captured the essence of the day to a perfect T. This poem should be shared publicly on every medium. I see the videos of that day, and it makes me even angrier that these young football players feel they have been oppressed. I realize they were only small children when 9-11 happened, so they have no personal memories of the tragedy, but it still galls me. I pray that someday we can have a lasting peace and people will learn to get along and live together without violence and oppression.

joni said...

Thanks, Dixie. I wrote this on the day of so the emotions were very raw.
I still read it to this day and it brings a tear to my eye.
I lived in Baltimore at the time so it was real close to home. The soot from NY and D.C landed on the cars in Maryland. So in a way, the tragedy touched me in more ways than what the TV displayed.

Not memories I like to revisit but ones I like to never forget. You know what I mean?


benning said...

Thanks, Joni. This was perfect. <3

joni said...

Thanks Ben. Something perfect to come out of an imperfect day. :)