Times I have spent the lonely night
In front of fire by candle light
And watched the shadows on the wall
With quiet passion rise and fall.
I’ve felt the chill invade the room
Its fingers spreading cold and gloom
What mystery do we have here
I sense its movement growing near.
Beware my heart as truth can fail
And danger lurks beyond the veil
For what we seek as heaven sent
May be at odds with God’s intent !
Claire V. Bogdanos 