Met In The Stairwell – 9/11 Poem
We had this poem on the air to help answer the question “Where Was God on 9-11″?
Met In The Stairwell
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say ‘Good-Bye’.
I held his fingers steady as he dialed, I gave him the peace to say,
‘Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is ok…. I am ready to go’.I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to me for help.
‘I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!’
I said ‘Of course I will show you the way home – only believe in me now’.
I was at the base of the building with the priest ministering to the injured and devasted souls.
I took him home to tend to his flock in heaven. He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in ever seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense me?
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name, though not all know me.
Some met me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought me with their last breath.
Some couldn’t hear me calling to them through the smoke and flames.
‘Come to me…. This way…. Take my hand’.
Some chose for the final time to ignore me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And I will be there for you as well.
Seek me now while I may be found.
Then, at any moment, you know you are ‘ready to go’.
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
God
by, Stacey Randall
Posted: September 11th, 2008 under Home.
Comments: 4
Comments
Comment from Russ
Time: September 11, 2008, 1:39 pm
This morning while driving into work I wept with joy that KTIS shared God’s love through the words of this poem. Many of us are confused in the matter of why 911 occured. Though we understand and respect God’s will in our lives. We still question His decisions concerning what action is appropriate at what time. Similar to the poem “Footprints”, this poem spoke God’s love in volume. I truly thank KTIS for all that you have done in sharing God’s love through music, worship and faith. God is truly working through the ministry of KTIS. I heard and felt your minstry in the tears of this mornings caller and I…..God Bless You All!….Thanks…
Comment from D.D.
Time: September 11, 2008, 4:53 pm
The poem as read by Lisa Jefferson this morning – who spoke to Todd Beamer that fateful day seven years ago – brought tears to my eyes this morning, too. Thank you for posting it; I plan to send the link to a friend who questions God’s role in tragedies like this.
I believe that God gave us free will – He doesn’t micromanage our lives or pull our strings like a puppeteer – and that is why there is both evil and good in the world today. I also believe that God presents opportunities for all of us to redeem the most horrible situations and manifest His grace. Free will leaves the decision up to us as to how we will respond to His still, small voice.
I also thought you might want to know that Stacey Randall claims authorship of the poem. Her Web site is metinthestairwell.com.
May God continue to bless you and the work you do in His name.
Comment from Pam
Time: September 12, 2008, 5:53 am
As I cried tears on my drive this morning, I too was so grateful for a poem that shows that God IS there … is here. What we choose to see, feel or believe does not change that fact. I agree with Russ who pointed out the similarities to the “Footprints” poem.
I remember … I remember well watching a tv in horror in a Boston suburb and crying out “Oh, God!” for those were the only words I could say. I felt then, and I feel now that angels must have cried that day.
God Bless.
Comment from cheryl peters
Time: September 11, 2009, 8:00 am
this one really made me cry.. it made me feel the fear on the people that were there during that aweful day.. but a serene and comforting feeling enveloped me when i felt the presence of God through this poem.. that no matter what we go through.. he’s just right there…
thank you for sharing this to us. God Bless you!
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