And then the world stood still and the sounds of the birds singing and of children playing ceased, traffic stopped and it were as if the earth held its breath.
The planes in the sky continued silently on their way, the telltale lines in the sky the only evidence of their passing, unaware that two of their kind had died spectacular deaths. And yet even they faded into nothingness, leaving a pale blue canvas, unmarked by man.
But then the noise returned. A cacophony of sounds, merging. People wept and screamed and cried out in pain, not understanding or believing or wanting to believe. Sirens blared and engines roared. Yet out of the chaos, amongst the urgency, a sense of purpose emerged. To help, to heal, to comfort they came, from near and far, of many colours and faiths, man helping man, woman helping woman. And the world mourned her lost children. No one was unmoved as the sheer scale of the disaster became known. Numbers were guessed, but no-one knew. Some so huge as to be incomprehensible. 10, 20 , 50 thousand, how many would it be? Could an act of so few, affect so many…….Could one man hate another so much that he were willing to kill and injure.. And not just those that we there. But millions who lived so far away, husbands, wives, sons, daughters, mother and fathers…..
And yet the world continued to turn, the sun continued to rise, people asked why but no one could answer. Children ask when daddy or mummy will be home but how do you explain that mummy is never coming home. And soon they stop asking, but they never understand and maybe never will, for if man in all his wisdom, with all he built and learnt and created does not understand how can a child.
Written on 10.11.2001, the day after the terror attacks on New York. Didn’t plan on writing anything and haven’t ever really before or since. Just came into my head as I sat at my computer.