The Stone Institute

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.

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 12:52 PM
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