Habakkuk watching 911

though you sear my eyes
watching buildings fall from the skies
where once a tight rope walker crossed at dawn;
though today i see bodies falling like styrofoam cups
into craters which haven’t filled up yet
though i don’t understand your methods Man
still, i will trust in You
though church is half naked
and focused on the wrong things
though the nations can’t get along
still i will trust in You

though i was wounded watching the bodies fall on 911
though that justice made no sense to me at all…
still I will trust in Thee.

though on George Washington’s bridge, I a saw truckers tears
jet planes passing through black dragon shaped smoke tiers, and
the Thumb of God lifted for an instant there,
world trade collapsed then.
still i will trust in You
under whose Hand
we all stand or fall
that Your Tender Palms
will hold us all
catching our bodies
in mid air
with the net of Love
as Your hair…
So through that day
at You I still stare..
waiting on Your Name
waiting on your understanding
care. Our eyes are watching You alone
through falling steel and stone,
and our tears of unknowing.