Remembering



I remember twelve years ago

being seven years old

and watching the TV on a school day.

All I saw was grey:

the grey rubble, the grey smoke

and the fear was grey.

I remember realizing

there were people

trapped underneath the grey.

Buried far below,

with all of their colors

disappearing forever.

Some see hell

as a red,

flaming fire.

I

 see it as

 grey.

And Heaven

with Jesus Christ

as a shining rainbow.