Its revised and added on! I knew I could make it better and I believe I did. Is this the final? Not sure.. 21 Gun Salute Shock waves were sent through the nation. Terror ripples through the city. All of New York sent scrambling to grab the ones they love. The City of Brotherly Love turned to the city of panic. The city plagued by destruction. As the towers went up in flames. As the twins became torches, brave men and women charged towards the screeching screams that filled the smoke infested air. They pushed through the crowd, tripping over deceased failed runaways. Suicide became a way out for the cubical workers in the Twin Towers. Jumping out of windows, taking the flight of death. Jumping out of windows without a parachute. Free falling towards certain death for an improper burial, becoming airborne human tombstones. Communication shut down. Loved ones have no idea if their family are still breathing. The have no idea if they have a pulse. They have no idea if their heart is still beating. Instead of throwing flower petals on coffins, instead of grabbing rifles, instead of lighting torches, volunteers tie a bandanna around their face with a shovel in hand and begin digging through the rubble, searching for possible survivors and deceased. Trying to put a name on the forever resting unknown just to contact the family with a message that no one wants to hear. Oblivious children playing with toys, some waiting for daddy to make it back home. Hours pass and those hours turn to days. Days turn to weeks. Then mom has to answer the dreaded question Mommy? Whens daddy coming home? How do you tell a 5 year old that their father has been laid to rest? How do you say a 21 gun salute went up in memory of their father? Flag folded and placed in the widows trembling arms. 50 stars and 13 red and white alternating stripes, placed in a houses sacred place is what the wife has in remembrance of him. Empty bed sheets remind the wife that theres a void in her broken heart. All she has to remember him by are memories and a half filled bed. She looks for relief but shes blind by the pain of missing her husband. No proper goodbye. No last kiss. Shes not able to clutch her security. Her armor. Her protection. She gave up on the Christ lifestyle, now she says one last try as she kneels with hands folded where her husband laid his head. Shes reminded by Psalms 147:3 and Psalm 34:18. God heals the broken hearted and dries all the tears. Slowly her heart is mended by letting the pain go. Realizing her husband is singing and bowing down to the one and only King. Connie Moses
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 19:18:26 +0000
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