Vision Of Terror

Vision Of Terror

©2001 by Bud Lemire

My soul cried out inside, wondering where you could be

And then one night as I sat alone, a vision came to me

It was of the darkest terror, that I had I ever seen

Dismissing these negative thoughts, I let my mind flow clean

It was of a terrorist, with you, aboard a plane

I thought to myself, I must be going insane

You were at your home, with those you love the most

Why would I even think, you'd be on the other coast

Time passed by, and I struggled with my fears

Where is my beloved, as I let loose my tears

Then on September 11, I couldn't believe my eyes

Death took so many lives, there were so many cries

Still I heard no word, from the one I loved so much

I was longing for your presence, and longing for your touch

You use to keep in touch always, this was not like you

You'd never stay away this long, no matter what you'd do

It was two days later, and in the afternoon

Your brother paged me, said you'd be home soon

When you arrived, then you got in touch

You were safe at home, I love you very much

I called you on the phone, because I had to say

Just how much I loved you, and happy you returned today

My beloved was to board that plane, and death would be her fate

But a business meeting in Boston, caused her to be late

She missed her flight, which was one of the two crashes

That hit the World Trade Center, which tumbled into ashes

All flights were grounded, a country was put on hold

As everyone watched the news, to see what would unfold

For me, I believe, she was guided from above

I thank God and St. Christopher, for the life of my love

For every night I prayed, to keep her safe from terror

The Angels were protecting her, and they were well aware

Kristina was someone I loved at this time. She had some

business on the East Coast, but I didn't know that she had

even left home. The vision I had wasn't good at all. The

terrorists aboard the planes in my vision were raping the

women. In my vision, one was Kristina. Not only raping

but even more abuse. I wanted to shut off my vision. I

prayed as hard as I could to make Kristina miss her flight.

You see, I guess prayers really do work.