The Stone Institute

Clouds of Terror

The Clouds of Terror

 

When the clouds of terror began to rain,

Only a few of the innocent survived.

The floodwaters of agony and death filled each void

That once proved safe in the monument of freedom.

As I walked through the hallowed halls of torture and despair,

I witnessed the carnage of a Holy war.

With each breath I took, I felt the decaying odor

Of the naive lives buried beneath the wreckage.

Insignificant artifacts became alive as

We sifted through the rubble of another day.

Tears from the thousands who mourned,

Extinguished the flames of hatred and disbelief.

Each morning, the sun rose to signal a new start.

Over and over again we entered the dark cave.

God held our hands as we looked

At the complexion of the wreckage to identify any changes.

We were given the divine honor of liberating entrapped Souls.

With the arrival of the day,

We were ushered back to see the fallen place.

It all ended and began at the same time.

It was as if it were a long, painful, sorrowful labor.

Mother America giving birth to a new purpose for her citizens.

Find those we love and tell them.

Hold the hands of the lonely and desperate.

Make our homes a sanctuary for reflection and peace.

Understand that simple is being blessed.

Know God and pray each and every day.

As I walked through the hallowed halls of torture and despair,

I witnessed the carnage of a Holy war.

God came to rescue us from a path of desperation

As we helped those helping others.

The skies are blue again today.

May the clouds of terror never return to rain again.

 

Kevin S. "Kiki" Merigian © 23 September 2001

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 9:01 AM
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