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When the Storm Raged: Prose on the Anniversary of September 11th

When the storm raged…

…towers crumbled and fell

…smoke blinded, fires burned

…fears rose, despair lingered.

Yet in the eye of the storm…

…calm prevailed

…hope hovered

…God lived.

When the storm raged

…tears mingled together

…a mother wept for her child

…a father held vigil for his son.

Yet in the eye of the storm…

…there was the hint of dawn

…the fog of despair lifted

…God commanded, “Let there be light!”

When the storm raged

…evil encroached upon the good

…death threatened life

…doubts gnawed at faith.

Yet in the eye of the storm

…God subdued the howling winds

…God calmed the seas

…God spoke, “Shalom. Peace!”

When the storm raged…

…God touched our spirits and whispered,

…“Remember!

…You are not alone,

…not now,

…not ever.

End of story.

So be it.

Amen.

John E. Holt, Cotuit, Massachusetts

6 thoughts on “When the Storm Raged: Prose on the Anniversary of September 11th”

  1. nowasober1's avatar

    Thank you PJ. I often forget that He is with me good or bad. When things are good I thank him over and over and when things go bad I tend to curse Him and ask why. When the bad is over it never fails He shows me why the bad happens. Thank you again for reminding me.

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  4. Unknown's avatar

    Good Morning Pastor John
    I took a moment this morning to remember the tragedy 13 years ago; it should never be
    forgotten. You’re story about Diane really spoke to me. I volunteered for Hospice for
    4 years and spending time with people at the end of there life is such a gift. I felt I
    learned so much from them and it confirmed something I already knew. At the end of your life it doesn’t matter how many toys or money you have, but how you lived your life
    and how you loved.

    Patty

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