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.