Sometimes the nights seem dark and cold
Shadows threaten both young and old
The winds do play beneath the eaves
They swoosh the ground and lift the leaves.
While in the heavens stars implode
Our world is waiting to explode
The signs are there for all to see
This is no secret mystery.
We can’t receive some magic pass
Like Alice through the Looking Glass
But rather face reality
Where God alone holds the brass key !
Claire V. Bogdanos 