That morning, I turned on my t.v., and I saw a scene from hell. I saw four bombs with wings. I saw four fingers of the devil touch and scar america. I saw the injured buildings cry tears of frightend people. I saw the unexpected dread, the fear, the loss, the hope, the panic and tears get swamped in an angry cloud. And I knew then that the world had changed for good. Two days later, I saw that the dust had settled, and the grief was setting in. And on this dust - from dusk till dawn till eerie dusk - I saw what cameraderie meant. I saw firemen, police, ambulance men and women, risking their own lives in the hope of finding life. The hope of obviating someone's grief by finding them a living relative or friend... Even if just one! And then, after the sun had passed with its new and eerie light twice more, I saw the mourning. And that's when it hit me. I saw the mums and dads, the children, the brothers and sisters, the grandparents and grandchildren, the boyfriends and girlfriends and the friends of the likely dead. And I've never seen a weeping crowd so big. I saw the pulling together of people. The healing had already begun. I saw strangers in each others arms, stuck to one another with tears! I saw families and their new-found friends at night, praying by thousands of candles that outshone the awful blasts... And I saw, through tears, that it was catching...even though I was never there. I saw that something deep within the hearts of those who mourned was flowing out of them. As if it had been sent from above. And it was love. And I suddenly realised that what I was seeing was God! He IS this cameraderie. He IS this hope and comfort in our times of pain. He IS this love. And though from time to time the devil does his best to anger us... The Lord WILL pravail over him. For the age of the Lord has now dawned!
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Cancer
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