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