IN GOD'S DINING ROOM

On September 12, there is laughter and joyous times. The warmth of friendship comes across the room as everyone settles in for dinner. A feast of blessings await those who wish to indulge. Besides turkey, dressing and salads, there is a pudding of righteousness and fruits of the Spirit on beautiful gold-rimmed bowls. Harry is chuckling. Marie dances in circles around the floor. And Jeanetta just straightens her hair. Their voices interlock like a jet-stream, all anxious to take turns at telling their story. "I remember just before the first plane hit," Bill says. "I was lifting a cup of coffee to my lips, then...BOOM!" "You should have seen me," Annie interrupted. "People kept pounding on my bathroom door. In a minute," I said. "Little did I know the place was falling down around me." "Daddy hugged me really tight, then kissed me," a little boy piped up. "And we went flying out the window. Like two eagles." A melee of voices spoke of challenges trying to escape the burning New York towers. Some were funny, others not. None of those present made it to safety. Some of the voices were lost in their sadness. Husbands, wives and children remained, now incomplete without all family members. In this great room, tears of remembrance did not linger. And tales of special circumstances came alike from the mouths of dark and light skinned casualties. These individuals represented many countries and faiths from around the world. Just yesterday everyone sitting at this table was burned and broken. Now each part of their precious bodies was restored. Right down to the mole on Phil's cheek. All sat together in harmony, as part of God's great family. Even those pilots who commandeered the planes sat alongside yesterday's victims. They also shared in this great celebration. Yesterday was September 11. As tragedy struck, phone calls brought words of anguish as well as loving messages from one to another. Hurried steps joined in with cries of alarm and chewing fingernails as part of the scene. Then a roaring fire and waves of smoke engulfed them all. When the Twin Towers fell, so many dreams were lost. And futures terminated in one rushing scream. Now the meal is ended, and everyone reaches out. Hands clasp firmly, completing the circle of a family. Heads are bowed, and prayers begun for dear ones left behind. In God's Dining Room, much Love can be found. Also buckets of Forgiveness.

Plus more by; Richard L. Provencher

Poems on Sept 11th disaster
Remembering September 11
In God's Dinningroom :: You are Here
When Momy Cries

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