“He makes his messengers winds,
“He makes his messengers winds,“He makes his messengers winds,his ministers a flaming fire.”
his ministers a flaming fire.”his ministers a flaming fire.”(Psalm 104:4, English Standard Version)
The final demise of the Tower came not with a tumultuous roar that signified its collapse in a moment of heart-stopping suddenness, nor in a breath-taking spectacle of intensifying destruction; instead it had happened gradually, minute by minute, hour by hour, almost in slow motion. When it ended, finally – the scaffolding, wrecking balls and cranes all having been weaponised as tools in its unravelling – it did so with an eerie stillness that signified the moment’s conclusiveness; a moment punctuated only by the grit that salted the air and the final rush of dust t
