August 7, 2011

St. Paul's Chapel -- A chapel of hope.

The 10th anniversary is looming.
With each new story we hear and read where our brave soldiers are lost, 
a piece of us are reminded of the events of September 11th.
Things have not been the same, our lives are changed forever. 
One thing has remained constant and we cannot lose sight of that.
God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

St. Paul's Chapel

It stood. Not a window broken. Not a stone dislodged.
It stood when nothing else did
It stood when terroists brought September down.
 It stood among myths. It stood among ruins.

To stand was its purpose, long lines prove that.
It stands, and around it now, a shrine of letters,
poems, acrostics, litter of the heart.
It is the standing people want:
To grieve, serve and tend
celebrate the lasting stone of St. Paul's Chapel.

And deep into its thick breath, the largest banner
fittingly from Oklahoma climbs heavenward
with hands as stars, hands as stripes, hands as a flag;
and a rescuer reaches for a stuffed toy
to collect a touch;
and George Washington's pew doesn't go unused.
Charity fills a hole or two.

It stood in place of other sorts
It stood where nothing else could.
The great had fallen, as the brute hardware came down.

It stood.

A poem by J. Chester Johnson

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