Monday, December 3, 2012

Meet Me in the Stairwell

I was browsing through some old files and found this really wonderful poem about 9/11.

I hope everyone enjoys reading it. I know it will make you cry as well, but I also know the poem makes us reflect on what is important in life: God, our family and friends. May God continue to bless the US!


"MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL" 
by: Unknown Author
 
        You say you will never forget where you were when
          you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither  will I.
 
            I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
          with a man who called his wife to say "Good-Bye." I
          held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
          peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
          is OK...I am ready to go."
 
          I was with his wife when he called as she fed
          breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
          tried to understand his words and as she realized
          he wasn't coming home that night.
 
          I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
          woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been
          knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said.
          "Of course I will show you the way home - only
          believe in Me now."
 
          I was at the base of the building with the Priest
          ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
          I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
          heard my voice and answered.
 
          I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
          with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
          were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
          believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
          faith has saved them.
 
          I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan,  Afghanistan.
          I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
          Did you sense Me?
 
          I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
          every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
          for the first time on the 86th floor.
 
          Some sought Me with their last breath.
          Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
          smoke and flames; "Come to Me... this way... take
          my hand." Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
 But, I was there.
 
          I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
          may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
          there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
          reached for Me?
           
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
          for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
          will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
          be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
          "ready to go."
 
          I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

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