GOD’S WINDOW
By Gail McNaughton
I was fearful to die,
But I cast my eye,
Out the window,
And instead of a gigantic obstacle,
That would shatter my world forever,
Like it has for the friends and family,
I leave behind,
God’s window appeared before me.
I felt the impact,
And was jarred and then,
Thwarted,
In, what seemed like,
Many directions.
The plane dismantled,
But my soul just parachuted,
And God salvaged me,
Penetrating me with,
Grace, radiance and love.
The heart beat of the universe,
The shear comfort of being home,
And this essence of completeness,
Wove itself,
Through the miniscule fibers,
Of my being.
For a few moments,
I remembered excruciating pain,
My life passing before me,
And profound sorrow.
Instantly it vanished;
It turned to love and joy.
My die cast was at fruition —
I suffered for humanity,
To, rethink and expand,
Within new dimensions,
As the earth is shifting from,
Violence to peace.
I have been one of the forerunners,
And what better way to find,
Humility in the midst of,
Such a surreal direct encounter,
With war.
The Angels are with us,
And have prevailed over our orientation,
That we are deeply involved in –
This incident is yet a passing,
A unique catastrophic awareness,
That in order for humans to,
Celebrate their joy,
That is,
Readably,
Available to them,
They must find peace.
This knowledge could,
Stabilize the life force,
And encourage,
The celebration of life,
And exemplify,
The freedoms of the universe,
That are meaningful to,
Every human being.
The persecutors and the persecuted,
Are united in learning but,
From different angles.
This extreme and profound,
World incident will be,
Difficult to swallow and leave,
Fuel for hostility and sorrow,
Retaliation and bitterness.
If we ignite the fire,
We will bring on what we believe.
Find the balance in your thinking.
Take time for solitude to reflect,
And let the compassion in your heart,
Balloon you higher than the Twin Towers.
Soar above all the worldly nuances,
To a new and better world –
One which we value,
Enough to make dramatic changes,
In our thinking and perspectives –
One which our fellow man,
Died for on this day.
September 13, 2001
War on the United States in New York City, September 11, 2001
This Poem was sent to Lisa Beamer on January 29, 2002. Her husband died in the plane crash and saved the plane from doing further harm.