Remembering 9/11

Cross Amidst the Ruins

On an early September morning;
Hatred reared it’s ugly head.
Terrorism struck Manhattan;
It’s wake left thousands dead!

It truly was a miracle …
How many lives were saved.
Over-shadowed by the horror;
Of the war-like rubbled grave!

Time seemed frozen, hope was lost;
For loved ones left behind.
Trying to hold onto their faith,
Praying, “God give us a sign!”

Uncovered from the wreckage;
A sight that seemed unreal.
A cross that stood ’bout twenty feet …
From twisted beams of steel!   

© Marge Batzer