Poetry Sunday ~ September 11 ~

Psalms 85:2  Thou hast forgiven the iniquity of thy people, thou hast covered all their sin. Selah.

September 11

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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 fingersmy 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 lovetorn strangers,
whose faces cringed 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