The Croweded Bookshelf

Words leap from the crowded bookshelf Each vying to be heard ‘Look the mighty have fallen and Time is in despair- ‘Hark’ the buzzing drones Battle cries pierce the darkened skies The rider on horseback flees the night Chased by the ominous breath of The winds of change Destruction and misery our behest’ ‘Where is that sweet, still small voice That calms the troubled heart and Hand, that soothes the furrowed brow’? Tears has long been our meat And gnawing tongues our pain We writhe in our dilemma For peace has left For the pale horse of death now rides Clippity-clop along our shores Baying at the darkened walls And curtained windows No light to dim in this Our forsaken hour’ ‘Come,’ I hear the voice cries ‘Come over here to my broken side Shelter a while till the hour is past My love, my dove, my undefiled For the menace plague will surely burn At the light of Dawn Darkness shall flee And will never, ever, return.’ © Brenda V Northeast 8th of July 2011