September 11th, 2007

Across the street from where the World Trade Center stood,
Shocked victims sob while others bravely ask, "What can I do?"
A sunny September morning--now filled with dying and darkness--
Frantic fear fills our hearts like the clouds of dust in the office...

The events of September 11th, 2001 still echo in the hallways here;
Those of us who survived and returned remember the hell-sent fear--
Terror reigned down that day just six short years ago--
I remember it now...
       ...as I look out on the Twin Tower site through a new window:

I can still hear the crashing towers, the screaming and the sirens...
...and all of the dust, choking dust-- as I hid under my desk --
Then brave firefighters found me and walked me down the stairs:
God was right there with me, answering my cries and prayers...

     What a flashback to the world-changing events of that crazy day--
     And...now... as I look at all the flags, and the police,
                                    and firemen, and families, I just cry, and pray...

--bro. tim pickl
Tuesday September 11th, 2007 A.D.

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