Bleeding Earth, Broken Sky

   As if the angry storm clouds
had been given to man, the black
smoke filled the sky. Two towers,
twins in form and make, cruelly
pierced by terrorist airplanes.
   The people within trying to
escape the carnage that lay
all around. And the whole world
wept as the towers came
crashing down. Dragging
our safe world down with it.

Contradiction

(Just a little background on this piece: I wrote this just after 09/11/2001, shortly before my 13th birthday. There was really no way to deal with the tremendous tragedy that I saw happening on the television screen, so I wrote what I felt. And for some reason this is what I got.) 

   I've seen war, I've seen peace.
I've seen sadness, I've seen happiness.
Sometimes I ask myself, why war, why
sadness? But then I realize that we
must have those things to have peace
with God. War with Satan to free myself
from this dark cell. Sadness that I
sin. Happiness that I'm forgiven.
And peace that I live with Him.