The night was still, not a sound,
The air was thick, darkness abound.
Silent trees majestically standing,
Silver leaves of green never landing.
Houses shining through the dark,
Windows shut, showing a mark
Of light coming through the night
And people lingering there in fright.
Together as one, friends and foe,
Who could predict, who could know
The merging of the people
Standing under God’s steeple.
God looked down upon earth that day,
Showing His presence, showing His way,
No one could see Him, no one knew,
None had an inkling except a few.
People left then, they had to go
To places some did not know,
Change comes and things happen,
Many a spirit would be dampened.
Life is meant to be lived forever,
But though we try to endeavour
To live a life good and true
Fate intervenes before our due.
But He understands, He is wise
About all things that we surmise,
We do not know what will come to be,
But His true love, we will see.
(Written during Hurricane Bill, Nova Scotia,
Canada, August 23, 2009)
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Cathy’s writings are found in numerous print and online publications. She writes all genres but invariably veers toward the dark—so much so her late mother once asked, “Can’t you write anything happy?” (She can!) She’s published two novels: Wolves Don’t Knock and Mister Wolfe, along with several books of poetry and short story compilations. Cathy lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
The air was thick, darkness abound.
Silent trees majestically standing,
Silver leaves of green never landing.
Houses shining through the dark,
Windows shut, showing a mark
Of light coming through the night
And people lingering there in fright.
Together as one, friends and foe,
Who could predict, who could know
The merging of the people
Standing under God’s steeple.
God looked down upon earth that day,
Showing His presence, showing His way,
No one could see Him, no one knew,
None had an inkling except a few.
People left then, they had to go
To places some did not know,
Change comes and things happen,
Many a spirit would be dampened.
Life is meant to be lived forever,
But though we try to endeavour
To live a life good and true
Fate intervenes before our due.
But He understands, He is wise
About all things that we surmise,
We do not know what will come to be,
But His true love, we will see.
(Written during Hurricane Bill, Nova Scotia,
Canada, August 23, 2009)
________________________________________________________________
Cathy’s writings are found in numerous print and online publications. She writes all genres but invariably veers toward the dark—so much so her late mother once asked, “Can’t you write anything happy?” (She can!) She’s published two novels: Wolves Don’t Knock and Mister Wolfe, along with several books of poetry and short story compilations. Cathy lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia.