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The Sacred Find
Below the rubble and the tons of dross
Of fallen towers on dread zero ground,
Recovery workers did unearth a cross
Of steel, upright, ‘mongst smoldering rubble found.
They’d searched for bodies of their hero friends,-
Death’s smell pervading the polluted air,
With broken hearts and spirits, sore scarred hands
To find some body fragments here and there.
Committed to destruction was the fiend,
Sinister evil rammed the towers in;
But martyrs’ harvest was from rubble gleaned,-
The cross does promise - evil cannot win.
There stands the cross as fit memorial,
Amazing Grace!, - a sacred treasured trove-
This symbol shows despite the towers’ fall,
From rubble sprouts new seed for life and love
An Act of God! - comforting guarantee,-
For wounded hearts so deeply traumatized-
To look upon this sign of victory-
From zero ground shines forth the Cross of Christ.
by: Elizabeth Dandy - in Memory of 9/11
