Moving some things here-this one I wrote 2 days after 9/11 |
Five Thousand Stars No questions in the car, school is out Still quiet at dinner, but I want to shout. Then at bedtime they finally come Questions about when Things came undone We talked, she said, in school today Planes crashed after bad men took them away. We flew on a plane, could that happen to us? I didn't know an answer, But I knew I must. Honey, our plane we flew that day Took us safely home from our week away. But bad men who did not like the USA Took the planes That crashed today. Like men who killed Jesus?, she said And put those thorns in his head? Yes, honey, I softly replied, And just like Jesus, Many people died. Oh Mom, she cried, and out it came Were there children and babies on the plane? Maybe, I said, and this was honestly true She knew there were babies The day we flew Would the mom's hold their babies, and older kids too? And how about the daddies, what would they do? They would hold tight, I said, and never let go. And then what would happen? She wanted to know. They would all go to Jesus, and be held in his arms Away from the earth and the men that do harm And be angels, she said, and live with God? In heaven, like the stars? I gave a nod. You wouldn't let go of me, she quietly said I kissed her and hugged her, and lay in her bed And held her, and rocked her as she fell asleep And I prayed to the Lord For those souls to keep. |