I hope I'm not stirring up a hornets nest here, but I must say that
the poem below is nothing but a false warm fuzzy
tribute to those occupants of the two towers, and has almost no mooring in truth.
It reminds me of the scenario Joyce Brown describes in her book "Heavenly Answers for
Earthly Questions" in which she describes the funeral of one who had committed suicide
and the people pronouncing the obituaries were saying how this person now was happy in heaven.
Having had a horrible/wonderful near death experience herself, she makes the point that people
who commit suicide generally experience anything but joy when they go to the other side, but
that they are wracked with torment for having prematurely cut short their life. It doesn't
make things easier, but actually more difficult for them.
Joyce says that glorifying suicides like that only spawns more suicides because people think
it is a way to escape the trials of life when they get so heavy.
www.heavenlyanswers.com/
What does that have to do with the comparison of the poem below versus the reality of the fate
of the occupants who died in the twin towers?
First, I must preface my remarks by saying that the words of Jesus in Luke 13:5 are applicable
here in which he denounces the idea that those who died in the collapse of the towers of
Siloam were necessarily wicked to deserve such a fate.
However, at the same time, when we consider the features of Babylon, and the wealth and
control of money that it symbolizes, those two towers in New York were indeed probably the
most perfect epitomes of that aspect. And indeed the whole world did watch on in wonder as
they came down what seems now to us like one hour.
If it wasn't a fulfillment of that prophecy in the Revelation of John, it certainly was a shot
across the bow.
So, were the people who died in the towers patriotic heroes akin to the founders of this
nation, as the poem below suggests? For the most part, that is the furthest thing from the
truth. They were, instead, heroes of the New World Order, which is Satan's counterfeit
government based on socialism, which is compulsory compassion. If there were any heroes that
day, they were the firemen and other emergency response personnel -- as the media has
portrayed to their credit.
Yes, good has come of this event, and heroes have emerged, but not just by being occupants of
the tower that was targeted that day.
This kind of blind patriotism does not serve the cause of freedom.
Sincerely,
Sterling D. Allan
----- Original Message -----
From: ****
To: "Sterling Allan" <sterlingda@greaterthings.com>
Sent: Tuesday, December 04, 2001 9:56 PM
Subject: 2001, Nine Eleven
Got this from the internet, don't know who wrote it.
TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN
Author unknown.
Tho thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, “Let’s sit, let’s chat.”
They settle down in seats of clouds.
A man named Martin shouts out proud
“I have a dream!” and once he did.
The Newcomer said, “Your dream still lives.”
Groups of soldiers in blue and grey
Others in khaki, and green then say
“We’re from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine”
The Newcomer said, “You died not in vain.”
From a man on sticks one could hear
“The only thing we have to fear...”
The Newcomer said, “We know the rest,
trust us sir, we’ve passed that test.”
“Courage doesn’t hide in caves
You can’t bury freedom, in a grave.”
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.
A silence fell within the mist
somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand
plus that day.
“Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports,
Worked our gardens, sang our songs,
Went to church and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we’re not.”
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, “don’t talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me.”
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just ‘cause they must.
Hauling ask, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
“Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!”
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
“Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.”
Down below three firemen raise
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in “44.
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly.
“I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don’t see fear.”
“You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons, and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You’re not really gone.
All of those people, even those who’ve never met you
All of their lives, they’ll never forget you
Don’t you see what has happened?
Don’t you see what you’ve done?
You’ve brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
“Take my hand” and from there he led
Five thousand plus heroes, Newcomer to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven. |
