Deep in the darkest night through the trees
I only see dark figures and it frightens me
I look from side to side then I look up through the leaves
The glare of the moon shines so dully

I hear the faintest howl cutting through the thick white mist
And a flitter of wings from a branch that hit my wrist
The blowing of the wind whistling ‘till it hits the ground
Buzzing of unwanted company coming around

Loneliness, though I’m not alone
I hear noises in all different directions and tones
You should go here, no you should stay
You should sit long enough to stop and pray

How long oh Lord will I feel cold?
How long will darkness remain my abode?
How long before I hear your voice cut through silence?
How long will you allow hurt, sadness, pain, violence?

The mist fades and nigh turns to mourn
For the power of the dark veil has forever been torn

Christie Heemskerk