by Kendra Allen

Created on: September 09, 2009   Last Updated: September 10, 2009

SEPTEMBER SKIES

Once upon an autumn morn,
Where doves aspire to fly,
They stood in monolithic grace,
Against a cloudless sky.

Who amongst us could have dreamed,
Before that day was through,
An avalanche of steel and glass,
Would bury what we knew.

The flames of anger billowed forth,
And spread across the sea,
To seek out ancient battlefields,
In search of victory.

And all free nations bowed their heads,
Afraid to raise their eyes,
In fear of catching just a glimpse,
Of dark September skies.

How could we truly comprehend,
Or estimate the cost,
Of midnight tears and broken hearts,
O'er souls reclaimed or lost?

Instead, with scarcely time to mourn,
Our passions were unfurled,
In each, a vain attempt to face,
A new uncertain world.

But even as the winter looms,
And trials by faith arise,
Look up! and wait upon the LORD,
In clear September skies.

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