During the evening of September 12 above New York City, there is laughter and joyous times. Yesterday’s terrible occasion in the Twin Towers is completely forgotten.
Now everyone is a participant in a blessed victory over death.
A large group of people are chatting and moving about. In their excitement, there is singing, laughing and hugging one another. A feeling of warmth and friendship helps provide a breath of new life.
Everyone is preparing for a grand dinner of celebration.
A feast of blessings covers the huge, well-prepared table for those wishing to indulge. Besides turkey, ham, dressings and salads, there is a pudding of Righteousness.
Also Fruits of the Spirit, Tongues of Peace with Turnips of joy, which help excite tummies. Everything on the beautiful mahogany table sits on glistening gold-rimmed bowls made from the finest Potter of them all.
In the lineup waiting his turn is Harry, now bald and badly burned. Once he had a shock of hair, thick as a wheat field. Now he chuckles about it.
Marie is patient for her turn and pirouettes around the floor. She can still do a perfect circle, this time with only one leg. Before September 11, her slim legs were the envy of all the bachelors in the neighborhood.
But no one seems to notice her missing limb.
And Janet smiles in her own memories. She looks with loving eyes at children of all ages scrambling for a place at the table. They are of every race and color, each with limbs maimed on their young bodies. Their excitement can barely be contained.
Many met as visitors before the Twin Towers dissolved into dust.
As everyone seats themselves the assembly of voices intermingle like the colors of a rainbow. Between mouthfuls of angel-prepared food, all are anxious to take turns sharing a story of triumph.
In the midst of memory there remains a smile, an upraised eyebrow. And within the midst of this special company, there is an absence of tears.
“I remember just before the first plane hit,” Bill says. “I was lifting a cup of my favorite coffee to my lips, then … BANG!”
“And not long after, the first of both towers fell,” another remarked.
“You should have seen me,” Annie interrupted with a hearty laugh. “People were pounding on my bathroom door. In a minute, I kept saying. How was I to know the whole place was going to fall down?”
“Daddy hugged me really tight, then kissed me on my forehead,” a little boy piped up. “He never did that before. Then we went flying out the window, like two Bald Eagles. It was neat.”
A melee of voices spoke of challenges trying to escape the burning World Trade Center. None of those present made it to safety.
And now, here they were all together.
Some of the speakers lost their voices and did not speak for long. They missed those husbands, wives and children left behind. For time unending everyone knows they are the beginnings of a new family.
In this great room, tales of special circumstances come steadily from the mouths of dark and light skinned casualties.
These individuals represent many faiths, shapes and sizes. “And from over 100 countries around the globe,” someone whispered.
Just yesterday all sitting at this table were burned and broken in their bodies, but not in spirit. And before the end of this joyous celebration, miracles were to descend as gifts from the Creator above.
Each precious part of their bodies was reclaimed. Right down to the mole on Phil’s cheek. And everyone sitting together is in harmony, part of God’s abundant family.
Yesterday was September 11, a day of agony for so many. Then, they sat side by side as soon-to-be plane victims. Many others occupied space in the World Trade Center. So many firemen and policemen and health authorities were there too.
As tragedy struck, phone calls brought words of anguish as well as loving messages from one to another. Hurried steps joined with cries of alarm and chewing fingernails or lower lips became part of the scene.
Then a roaring fire and waves of smoke engulfed them all. When the Twin Towers fell, so many dreams were lost. And futures terminated in one rushing scream. And their past troubles were erased in one brief moment.
Now the meal is fully ended, and everyone reaches out. Hands clasp firmly, completing the circle of a caring family. Not bound by flesh, but their birthright is one of passion and common experience.
Heads bowed, prayers are said once more for dear ones left behind.
In God’s Dining Room, an abundance of Love can be found.
And humming voices are filled with Forgiveness.
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(c) Richard L. Provencher 2002
Richard and Esther Provencher invite you to view their novels written during a recovery from a stroke, which gob smacked her husband Richard in 1999.
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FOOTPRINTS is about Joe who receives an anonymous letter stating he has a 14 year old son he was not aware of. Will this affect a recent marriage to a wonderful lady with two children who love him? His desire to find his missing son puts a strain on everyone. Unknown to Joe, an angry son is also looking for him.
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SOMEONES SON is about Sheldon who has overcome much hurting these past three years. He has been the man of the house since his father moved out. Now dad is back and wants to spend time with him. What about Larry, his neighbor who has been like a father all this time? And mom wants to marry again? http://www.synergebooks.com/ebook_someonesson.html novel available soon
INTO THE FIRE is about Troy who has no real friends, only an imaginary one, JC. Without him, Troy might not be able to cope with living in the country, since dad took up drinking. Troy has to be the man of the house because a terrible accident killed mom three months ago. Then a mystery changes everything.
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