An early light knifes through the dark
The air is still and calmly stark
A silence rises from the ground
One can’t discern a single sound.
Before the morning does begin
There is a chill that settles in
Starting at toes, it makes the trip
To limbs and then to fingertips !
How much longer must all await
To learn the judgement of our fate
In truth we know what we have got
God is the Judge, this is His shot !
Claire V. Bogdanos 