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Darkest Hour 9/11
Through a day not marred by cloud or rain, flies unbelievable grief and pain. Not once, not twice, not three but four. Carrying the dead and finding many more. With nowhere to go today, the pain I feel bids me to pray. No power I have to change a moment's time, its injustice having no reason or rhymes. Through fire and smoke run the spared. Many wonder if God even cared. These are alive, those are dead, and through the rubble bodies bled. No one can call back this interval of evil deeds, or begin to know its survivors needs. Not one can mend the damage done, only clear it away and search for the sun. But this will be our darkest hour. None other has touched its terrifying power. Falling from the skies a multitude is gone, buried beneath Manhattan's throng. Nothing happens that God does not allow, could not He stop this holocaust somehow? Since Eden He has given free will, today they chose to freely kill. Now nations cry in anguish and sorrow, unsure of the outcome of each tomorrow. As a country we have courage we need not defend, and a nation's pride that will never bend. Ecclesiastes 11:5 "As you do not know the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the maker of all things." Susan Hebert Ajaz copyright 9/11/2001 poetrypublisher.com/sajaz
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