I was writing this while contemplating the doomed falling of the towers of the World Trade Center. My husband and I were hauling freight from Whitfield Foods in Montgomery, AL to Boston, Massachusetts. One week after the tragedy, we were one block from the World Trade Center witnessing the smoke bellowing up above it; the pungent smell. The following day, I saw a barge in the harbor where debris was being piled with body parts onto the barge. This poem represents how I felt, and how I still feel, from the devastation.
In any catastrophe, there are angels unaware,
Ministers of God toward man sent to earth to do God’s Will–
To comfort the ones in need,
To bring them out of chaos,
To lift them out of danger and through the door to safety.
In the day or twilight hours,
The angels stand guard to take man’s departed souls from earth.
So during these stressful times,
These chaotic times in life,
Angels are all around us watching,
Whispering in unison;
Giving us strength and healing.
And on that fateful morning,
Angels were everywhere seen–
Seen by certain beholders
Flying all about the scene,
So busy ministering.
If all could see the angels,
How in awe they would have been–
Their tall statues hovering with lovely wings,
The many souls they lifted
Of all the departed dead
Taken to the Throne of God–
To their doom or just reward.
Now the time to examine your heart,
The soul unto God…
Salvation is for today,
Or you may be
Just too late–
No time for true repentance,
And no time
To name your sins…
Give the Lord your heart today.
There may not be tomorrow.