The Phoenix
Ephesians tells of spirits dark that were
Permitted for a while to leave the pit,
Allowed to freely roam and rove the air
To wreak destruction beyond human wit
From deepest depth transported to the heights-
Trained for the kill, they hurtle and descend,
Upon their goal in fierce satanic flights-
A one-way flight, because they will not land.
But juxtaposed against so great a hate
Is overwhelming and heroic love,
So deep a love that none can ever rate
The value of the gloriole thereof.
It boggles, wrenches spirit, mind and soul,
For any zealous pen to write and tell
Of works, mephistolean rank and foul,-
The wreckage and destruction of deep hell.
A martyr is whom OTHERS do deprive
Of what he cherishes and holds aplomb,
His own, and all his fellows treasured life-
Not kamikaze madmen with a bomb.
See the bereaved that search with broken heart
Among the rubble and in armories.-
No human words can tell their grief and smart-
To find their loves entombed below debris.
O firefighters! law-men! rescue teams!-
Digging with bare hands, following some cry-
Imperiled, yet attentive to the screams,
Where brothers deep below the wreckage lie
No greater love than that all set to give
The own so precious live to save a friend,-
Braves raging fires so that friends may live,
Or else extend for the last rites a hand.
O Lord! be �mongst the wreckage and the cries,-
Black plumes, the anguish and debris-
And bid the phoenix from the ashes rise
And loud proclaim you are the one WHO IS..
� 2001 Elizabeth Dandy 9/14/01
The Sacred Find
Below the rubble and the tons of dross
Of fallen towers on dread zero ground,
Recovery workers did unearth a cross
Of steel, upright, 'mongst smoldering rubble found.
They'd searched for bodies of their hero friends,-
Death's smell pervading the polluted air,
With broken hearts and spirits, sore scarred hands
To find some body fragments here and there.
Committed to destruction was the fiend,
Sinister evil rammed the towers in;
But martyrs' harvest was from rubble gleaned,-
The cross does promise - evil cannot win.
There stands the cross as fit memorial,
Amazing Grace!, - a sacred treasured trove-
This symbol shows despite the towers' fall,
From rubble sprouts new seed for life and love
An Act of God! - comforting guarantee,-
For wounded hearts so deeply traumatized-
To look upon this sign of victory-
From zero ground shines forth the Cross of Christ.
� 2001 Elizabeth Dandy 10/24/01
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