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VOICES OF HOPE

Amidst the flames, the twisted steel
amongst the anguish of a nation�
A tiny voice cried out
From within the devastation.

It wasn�t heard but by a few,
who were listening for some hope,
but like a bell, it rang out clearly
and helped them begin to cope.

�I am not gone�I am forever�

The distraught workers stopped to pause
and listened with tear in eye,
still trying hard to understand
why so many had to die.

Yet the voice was not one of despair,
but a voice of eternal love.
Soon other voices joined the first
In a chorus from Above.

�We�ll be with you in eternity�

The voices became a groundswell
then slowly began to wane.
On wings of eagles they ascended,
free of strife and pain.

They would not know the coming fight
or feel a loved one�s death
And yet the voices counseled us
with their last earthly breath.

�Justice�not vengeance�

Too soon the chorus ended
and a golden sunbeam shone.
It warmed the saddened hearts
and made them not alone.

One last plaintive voice cried out
to grieve, but not for long.
The coming conflict would be grim
and the whole world must be strong.

�Pray for Peace, people, everywhere.�



                                 Poem, animation � 2001
                 Kaye Powelson