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.
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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!
