SEPTEMBER 11 ANGELS
Then it happened...causing
an avalanche of sobs,
mountains of screams,
monsoons of tears.
An airplane struck...
Buildings fell
unleashing nations of fears.
The Angels scurried from heavens around
stirred by the horrible rumbling of the ground.
They all stood at attention shoulder to shoulder,
watching the earth as it began to smolder.
They righted their halos and fluffed their wings.
They packed Mercy and Grace and miracles to bring.
This wouldn't get fixed with just any ol' bag of tricks
or some fancy science or new fangled arithmetic.
Each Angel kissed Jesus goodbye on His forehead
scarred from the crown of thorns,
each getting his and her assignment
as harps sounded and Gabriel blew his horn.
Raphael opened heaven's gate and out each Angel flew
zooming quickly to America--they had much work to do...
Holding children's hands and consoling mothers lips
as breath after breath inched away sip by sip.
Big strong men of muscles and wise weaklings too
the Angels rocked, stood guard, laid down beside them to see them through
the anguish, the pain, the dark, the dust, the confusion
as life slipped away and freedom became an illusion.
The Angels became blood splattered, ragged and torn,
Halos were bent, their robes became dingy and worn.
They squeezed in, walked through walls, held heads in their laps,
soothed dying souls in whose arms they were wrapped.
Some held on tight, being brave and
took longer to die than others.
Some chanted forgive me...calling on their freedom of religion Gods,
but all called for their mothers.
The Angels soothed tongues and wiped brows but sometime
they would just sit.
It was a hard job
but somebody had to do it.
Angels now assigned for a life time to a place
A reminder of humanity's heroes and God's Grace
Angels lingering near and hovering low
forever marking a place in America's time
Now called: Ground Zero!
