When Death Came From The Sky

     September 11, 2001, “The World Trade Center.”  REMEMBER!!



The morning sparkled, like a gem,

the air was warm and dry,

it was a nearly, perfect day,

when death, came from the sky.


On the eleventh, of September,

in the year, two thousand-one,

America, watched in horror,

as they witnessed, terror come.


With not a thought, of life’s import,

for themselves, or innocents to die,

and the madmen smiled, with great delight,

when death, came from the sky.


Martyrs, for some heinous cause,

they looked beyond, this earth,

what kind of god, would welcome them,

surely, not a god of worth.


They will not, enter heaven,

no virgins, will they spy,

they’ll dwell long, in Satan‘s, realm,

for when death, came from the sky!


  Jack Downing

  Sept. 11, 2009

This was written on the 8th anniversary of the bombing and I will offer it every year on this date for as long as I have the ability. May God rest the souls of the innocents and let Satan take the others!


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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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6 Responses to When Death Came From The Sky

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  3. Beth Ann says:

    Such a great tribute, Jake. I love it more this year. I think that day will always stay with each of us that witnessed it even if we were not there in person or lost anyone in it—-how could you not be changed after seeing those images or hearing the stories. Thanks for posting again.

    • Thank you Beth Ann, we will always remember that morning, where we were, what we were doing, who we were with, how we heard about it, etc. This morning here in the Boston area the weather was almost exactly the same. “The morning sparkled like a gem…” Thank you as usual for your continued friendship and support. Jake.


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