The night has passed.
A quiet night.
Its dark velvet cover
yielding to light.
A night of prayer;
A night of hope;
A night full of care;
This night of snow.
Then as softly
comes the dawn,
then so surely,
the day has won.
The night has passed.
A quiet night.
Its dark velvet cover
yielding to light.
A night of prayer;
A night of hope;
A night full of care;
This night of snow.
Then as softly
comes the dawn,
then so surely,
the day has won.
I looked up towards the sky.
To where the great eagles fly.
The clouds were slowly passing by.
In shades of dark grey and white.
And then, I saw the Miracle!
O! ’twas a wondrous spectacle!
The darkness parted to bring forth
The Fingers of God onto the Earth.
It was a Sign of His great design
A sight I would cherish for all time.
There were no questions in my mind.
He bought a new light into my life.
The light of blessing and belief
would cure the pain; bringing relief.
Happiness would now abound
where Sorrow long stood its ground.
The stranger’s eyes fell upon me.
Cupid struck; I was in love!
And across the room I could see
only him. The stars above
warned me and forbade me
to dream about him.
Many times, during a dark night’s sleep
I declared my love for him
and he would say the same to me.
Oh! But Cupid’s arrow had strayed.
And I saw my love dance and sing
and give his heart to her – and say –
that he loved her. The strings
that held my dream castles so lightly
broke and left tears lingering
on my face – my love unrequited.
Walking down the banks one day,
what did I see beside the brook?
A man lay on the soft green grass
writing poems in his book.
I wish I was like this poet.
Sitting by the babbling brook,
I’d spend my hours writing happy songs
of nymphs and fairies in my book.