By Gail McNaughton<\/p>\n
I was fearful to die,<\/p>\n
But I cast my eye,<\/p>\n
Out the window,<\/p>\n
And instead of a gigantic obstacle,<\/p>\n
That would shatter my world forever,<\/p>\n
Like it has for the friends and family,<\/p>\n
I leave behind,<\/p>\n
God\u2019s window appeared before me.<\/p>\n
I felt the impact,<\/p>\n
And was jarred and then,<\/p>\n
Thwarted,<\/p>\n
In, what seemed like,<\/p>\n
Many directions.<\/p>\n
The plane dismantled,<\/p>\n
But my soul just parachuted,<\/p>\n
And God salvaged me,<\/p>\n
Penetrating me with,<\/p>\n
Grace, radiance and love.<\/p>\n
The heart beat of the universe,<\/p>\n
The shear comfort of being home,<\/p>\n
And this essence of completeness,<\/p>\n
Wove itself,<\/p>\n
Through the miniscule fibers,<\/p>\n
Of my being.<\/p>\n
For a few moments,<\/p>\n
I remembered excruciating pain,<\/p>\n
My life passing before me,<\/p>\n
And profound sorrow.<\/p>\n
Instantly it vanished;<\/p>\n
It turned to love and joy.<\/p>\n
My die cast was at fruition —<\/p>\n
I suffered for humanity,<\/p>\n
To, rethink and expand,<\/p>\n
Within new dimensions,<\/p>\n
As the earth is shifting from,<\/p>\n
Violence to peace.<\/p>\n
I have been one of the forerunners,<\/p>\n
And what better way to find,<\/p>\n
Humility in the midst of,<\/p>\n
Such a surreal direct encounter,<\/p>\n
With war.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Angels are with us,<\/p>\n
And have prevailed over our orientation,<\/p>\n
That we are deeply involved in \u2013<\/p>\n
This incident is yet a passing,<\/p>\n
A unique catastrophic awareness,<\/p>\n
That in order for humans to,<\/p>\n
Celebrate their joy,<\/p>\n
That is,<\/p>\n
Readably,<\/p>\n
Available to them,<\/p>\n
They must find peace.<\/p>\n
This knowledge could,<\/p>\n
Stabilize the life force,<\/p>\n
And encourage,<\/p>\n
The celebration of life,<\/p>\n
And exemplify,<\/p>\n
The freedoms of the universe,<\/p>\n
That are meaningful to,<\/p>\n
Every human being.<\/p>\n
The persecutors and the persecuted,<\/p>\n
Are united in learning but,<\/p>\n
From different angles.<\/p>\n
This extreme and profound,<\/p>\n
World incident will be,<\/p>\n
Difficult to swallow and leave,<\/p>\n
Fuel for hostility and sorrow,<\/p>\n
Retaliation and bitterness.<\/p>\n
If we ignite the fire,<\/p>\n
We will bring on what we believe.<\/p>\n
Find the balance in your thinking.<\/p>\n
Take time for solitude to reflect,<\/p>\n
And let the compassion in your heart,<\/p>\n
Balloon you higher than the Twin Towers.<\/p>\n
Soar above all the worldly nuances,<\/p>\n
To a new and better world –<\/p>\n
One which we value,<\/p>\n
Enough to make dramatic changes,<\/p>\n
In our thinking and perspectives –<\/p>\n
One which our fellow man,<\/p>\n
Died for on this day.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
September 13, 2001<\/p>\n
War on the United States in New York City, September 11, 2001<\/em><\/p>\n This Poem was sent to Lisa Beamer on January 29, 2002.\u00a0 Her husband died in the plane crash and saved the plane from doing further harm.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" GOD\u2019S 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\u2019s window appeared before me. I felt the impact, And was jarred and then, … Continue reading September 11, 2011 – Sharing My Poetry<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4230,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[35],"class_list":["post-4234","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","tag-35"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4234","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4234"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4234\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4270,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4234\/revisions\/4270"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4234"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4234"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gailmcnaughton.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4234"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}