The Rightness of
Love
The innocent were at work.
Or almost
there.
When the fanatics
Crashed the walls.
The
fuselage speared the furthest
through the offices and
cubicles
sending glass out the opposite side
in an explosive
arc.
The fuel, the sparks
had already
ignited,
roiled outward
in smoke laced billowing
flame-balls.
The building shook
and shuddered,
yet stood
steadfast
a burning column stark.
Disaster was
redoubled
as its twin
was crashed
with evil at
the controls.
The valiant towers
became
traps
to those who risked
and gave their
all.
The connections finally popped
under the molten
dropped load
and the floors
crushed so many
innocent souls.
Who knows who was stabbed
and
who shredded by steel?
Who knows who was
burned
and who ended with a fall?
Who knows who was
crushed
and who was smothered?
Who died in an
instant
and who suffered for minutes, hours, or
days?
They all were wrenched from this world
by ones
turned evil
who let belief exceed respect for
others
and forgot the rightness of love.
And when
they reach the beyond,
imagine the surprise
when
the innocent share God’s presence
and the “holy”
warriors are far from God’s shining rays.
albi
Copyright 2001, 2003
