Glorified

Glorified
(In honor and memory of the victims of the world trade center
attack)

Echoes bounce off the walls of my heart as
my stomach falls.

Unspeakable death in the air;
on the ground.

A building explodes blossoming eerie brightness,
then grows dark.

Hearts of men fail for fear
as their future fades to black,
and crumbles to the earth in a mass of
molten steel and glass;
Burying the hopes of the innocent without
respect in a fiery tomb of holy hell
and helpless confusion.

But the promises of God will rise above the ashes
and soot, and relentless flame,
place wings of love and peace on the backs
of broken bodies and shattered lives,
wrap them in the safety of his haven of rest,
and
fly
with them far away from the clutches of the terror
and the night;
Because he MUST be glorified-
He WILL be glorified.

a.j.