The storms of life ride on the winds and round again
While noses pressed upon the frosted window pane
As closely as one can should sight the lights below
Of cars that creep and crawl and skid in midnight snow.
The safety and the eloquence of night time charm
Encouraged to protect us from intrinsic harm
Far wiser to outwait the storm and greet its end
Than try to force a circumstance and not unbend !
I looked out o’er the rooftops nigh
And spied a shining star on high
It shone so bright the whole night through
And challenged all the lore I knew.
If I had been so ever smart
It might have quelled an anxious heart
But as it is I question why
This star above is in my sky ?
Perhaps the Lord wants us to know
This universe does grow and grow
Thus pose to us this mystery
What else is there for us to see ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 