Out of Death and Devastation
In the aftermath of the buildings' collapse I noticed that the support girders looked like parts of a cathedral standing alone and straight in the midst of devastation all around.
The tears of the people who remained were a sermon in that cathedral about the humanity and greatness of the spirit and love of the American soul that is not found in any other people on this earth.
It was the worst time, and yet we were shown what our people are made of deep in the soul where one cannot normally see. Out of the dust and the ashes rose a people of faith and hope whose love for one another transcended the hate of those miserable things who have no concern for life in any fashion.
The comparison of American to "them" was so loud, so incredibly loud. It did indeed rise above audible hearing all the way to the throne of God as a sweet music of brotherly love.
Out of all that death and devastation rose the power of their love which convicted and condemned the enemy by its very comparison. The heroism, the faith, the love for their fellows which manifested itself in all of the horror was the loudest thing I heard that day. That sound still lives and will too until all those who destroy are dust and ashes under the feet of the righteous.
(from a comment by Lemon Lime Moon)