Del “Abe” Jones

CATHEDRAL OF TEARS

Jutting from the rubble
Up through the smoky haze
Like spires of a Cathedral
Where the “believer” prays.

Seven stories of heartache
Left from the hundred-ten
Of those two mighty towers
Never to be seen again.

For thousands who have perished
And the loved ones they leave
A monument to all of us
Who shed our tears, and grieve.

In its eerie setting
There was a sort of beauty
Standing guard over those
Who died doing their duty.

A strange sense of peace
Amidst the scene of ruin
As others search for comrades
Who died, doing what they’re doing.

There’s been heroes by the hundreds
And some stories, never known
But in God’s Cathedral
They’ll sit upon His throne.

The “Cathedral Of Tears”
Will last in our mind’s eye
As we bow our heads
And ask, “Why, dear Lord? Why?”