That Dreadful Day Of 9/11 Poem by Lisa Runstedler

A normal average morning, the same as every day
Little did I know that I would lose my friend today.
The deafening sound of screaming people running through the streets
Men and women of every age falling to their knees.
A sudden flash of darkness fills the air with ash
Following the deadly hit, causing tower 1 to crash.
With nothing left but steel and stone and hundreds left for dead;
A city feeling lost and alone bows down their weary head.
They pray dear God on this day of September the 11th
Please take my friend with you to your glorious home called heaven.
Though terrorists may crash and burn and take away our peace,
God will save our place with him, but theirs will lie beneath.
Since it is only a matter of time that we will be judged too,
Let's make the choice to give our love as he would want us to.
So we may avoid what lies beneath (the taker of our soul)
And enjoy the benefits of peace. 'Make this our life long goal.'