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It
began as a peaceful Tuesday morning.
The sun shone, the birds chirped.
Who knew what was about to happen?
Who knew the peace would be shattered?
That planes would crash into buildings?
That thousands of lives would suddenly be cut short?
That fireballs so huge could billow out of national
landmarks?
Who foresaw bodies falling 110 stories to the ground?
The World Trade Center plummeting after them?
The Pentagon in flames?
Smoke billowing into the sky,
blotting out the sun,
turning the bright blue sky a dismal gray?
Dust blanketing a city in a velvety, macabre coat?
Who could have known on such a bright sunny day
that in a few minutes a nation would be in shock?
That a planet would be in grief?
That in 225 years the US had never seen such a disaster
as what was about to happen?
Who
would have guessed that in one morning,
a sharply divided nation would come together~
to donate blood, to pick up the pieces,
to pray for our fellow Americans?
Who
could have known that in one morning,
a nation, an earth, would forever be changed?
Who
foresaw an outpouring of grief,
of sorrow,
of love,
of flowers,
of candles,
of silence,
across the nation,
across the earth?
Who knew flags across the world
would soon be placed at half-mast?
Only
God knew.
And He held up the towers for an hour
to let people escape.
Only
God knew.
And He diverted a plane away from the White House
into the only part of the Pentagon
that had been retrofitted for terrorist attacks.
Only
God knew.
And He stopped in mid-flight
a plane headed for Air Force One,
sending it crashing
into a field.
Praise
be to God.
For sparing us from something worse.
Praise be to God!
Written
by Steven Sauke
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