Blessings From The Powers That Be


another night consolidates,
grips the earth in its bind
,
the wilds have fallen silent
engines mum, roads halted,
darkness speaks
a language of its own
hums a curious lullaby,
shadows of grim trees
stretch a tall hand high
pleading the powers that be
for a guiding light.
a distant star flickers
from behind the shroud
of a thick stubborn cloud,
this too shall pass,
blessings be-benignly he smiles.

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