Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

September 11

On crisp, clear day
The planes would come,
Their engines pregnant
With fiery death.

With hatred fueled,
With vengeance filled,
Men hardened to
A self-made death.

The planes collided
With steel and glass;
The carnage coming
No one could guess.

Our hearts were torn,
Our minds grew numb.
The horror made
Our tongues grow dumb.

Yet in it all
Our God was there.
His mercy great
None can compare.

No one can answer
All these tears.
Only our God
Can calm our fears.

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