Who turned out the Light?

Who turned out the light?
A child is now sleeping,
And angels are keeping
Guard through this dark night.

Did you hear the cries?
The wind demands to know,
Lightening shafts show
Where silence now lies.

Did you see the tears?
Without any end flow,
Bathing bruises below
Eyes haunted by fears.

Through the falling rain,
A dream is set free,
And you shall never see
This child’s like again.


I wrote this in response to posts on .Indigo's journal I have no photograph to upload but the words paint the picture. Please use the link and read her words.

Life after Death

Old dying tree
Should I cry for thee?
Oh no! Nor should anyone weep for me.
Your stature shows,
In your death throws,
What you have seen only heaven knows,

With new light won,
A sapling, your son,
Has been watching everything you’ve done.
The future’s called him,
From the forest floor dim,
With time he will match you, limb for limb.
A child I see,
And my thoughts shall be,
That he shall grow even greater than thee.

A Dove and a Ring

Vengeance is mine, said the Lord,
I will repay.
Your lies and deceit and greed,
You abuse your powers in deed.
You’re heartless betrayers of trust,
All will finally come to dust.
The innocent you have harmed,
He will not be charmed
By your arrogant selfish ways,
The way you used precious days
Blind and deaf to distress
Caused by your actions no less,
Love my children, said the Lord,
With them I stay.

Better to be never born, said the Lord,
Than harm a child of mine,
Your injustice is harming many
As you grab every possible penny,
Deprived children then copy you,
Becoming greedy and selfish too,
Some turn to the gun to obtain,
Their share of immoral gain,
Some unable to compete,
Turn to drink and drugs to complete
Lost lives, by dulling pain,
And inadequate feelings reign.
Love my children, said the Lord,
They need time to mature like wine.

Faith, hope and love, said the Lord,
The greatest of these is love.
Love, like truth, you do not defeat,
Hate and lies cannot compete,
Support our children as they learn,
Hear their dreams, for which they yearn,
Understand, your moral code
Sets the scene for their road,
They need leaders to gently show
How truth and love can grow,
The future of Man is in their hands,
So is peace for all our lands.
The greatest of all is love, said the Lord,
The wisest bird, a dove.


The photo was taken through the window of the conservatory so it is very poor. The ringdoves that visit my bird table are very shy. The vertical bars were added to the table to try to stop the fat pigeons eating all the food and so far do deter most of them!