(September 11, 2001)
igh above an autumn morn
Where doves aspire to fly,
They stood in monolithic grace
Against a cloudless sky.
Who amongst us could have dreamed
Before that day was through
An avalanche of steel and glass
Would bury what we knew.
Our flames of anger billowed forth
And spread across the sea
To seek out ancient battlefields
In search of victory.
And all free nations bowed their heads,
Afraid to raise their eyes,
In fear of catching just a glimpse
Of dark September skies.
How could we truly comprehend
Or estimate the cost
Of midnight tears and broken hearts
O'er souls reclaimed or lost?
Instead, with scarcely time to mourn,
Our passions were unfurled
With countless vain attempts to face
The new uncertain world.
But even as the winter looms
And trials by faith arise,
Look up! and wait upon the Lord
In clear September skies.