The shovels scraped <br />and dug. <br />The laborers bent <br />their backs. <br />The bucket brigade <br />passed from hand to hand. <br /> <br />Then a whistle blew, <br />and the silence, so terrible, <br />engulfed the scene, <br />and the listening began, <br /> <br />With prayers rising <br />to the dust-filled sky <br />that one voice, <br />just one human voice, <br />would be heard <br />amidst the rubble. <br /> <br />*This was the saddest of times, <br />as this quiet descended and <br />the rescue workes listened in <br />hopes to hear one victim that <br />they could dig out of 9/11. When <br />that whistle blew, a total silence <br />came down, and you could almost <br />hear the people's prayers.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-let-us-hear-one-voice/
