Good morning…
First thing this morning, I am drawn to a poem written on September 11th, 2021. The words help to integrate all of the sights and the sounds, the images and the memories burned into our collective conscience since that terrible Tuesday twenty years ago.
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When the towers fell by Steve Garnaas-Holmes, www.unfoldinglight.net
When the towers fell
it seemed the center of the world had vanished,
but the center, it turns out, is elsewhere.
When the towers fell
it seemed the end of the world,
but wars and rumors
have come and gone, and here we are.
They said everything changed
but nothing changed.
Empires come, and pass. Stones fall.
Hate and anger are still unable to build, but only destroy.
Still some people harm; some bless.
We seek stones unfallen, but stones still fall.
Even stones are made of smoke.
Listen. Things happen, things pass;
but they don’t express God’s love for you.
That’s constant. And so is God’s invitation.
Now—before the tower of this moment falls—
is the time to decide whether to be kind and how,
whether to show mercy.
This is the moment—unchanging—
and always has been, the moment
to love.
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Keep on giving your thanks to God, for he is so good! His constant, tender love lasts forever! (Psalm 118:1, TPT).
Hatred harms. Still love lasts.
So let’s keep on giving our thanks to God, for he is so good! His constant, tender love lasts forever! (Psalm 118:29, TPT).
…Sue…
