1/22/03

Petals of Purest White

I felt the need to observe, where so many perished that day,
To pay my respects for the lost, and to bow my head and pray.
As I stood upon the deck, the breeze blew across my face,
A feeling of peaceful bliss, was upon this now hallowed place.

As I think about the horror, and the pain they must have met,
And all the lives that were changed forever, I am numb to all things, except regret.
While my mind heard nothing but silence, my heart heard the angel's harps,
Playing in harmony with God's choir, with voices clear and sharp.

Then I saw a lady, with what appeared to be wings of flight,
Dropping petals of roses, of the color of purest white.
A guardian angel sent by God, to tend the survivor's hearts,
To let them know without a doubt, them and their loved ones would never part.

I was frozen within the moment, amazed with what I'd saw,
But I felt the touch of warmth, in His love for one and all.
I could no longer hold back the tears, so once again I bowed my head,
And thanked Him for reminding me, why His healing blood was shed.

As I turned to walk away, I was filled with a sense of ease,
As though I'd touched the blessed hand of God, and retained and inner peace.
September Eleventh will forever remain a wound of seeping pains,
But only by the love of God, can our fullness of life be regained.

by: Lisa Hilbers

Thabk you for posting this here! It was very touching and emotional! Sept. 11 will forever remain in our hearts....



Love always,
Chrissy