Author: Lisa La Grange

The sky is a massive tarpaulin of grey,
lying sodden and heavy over the land.

When tyrannous destruction rages,
we search for solace that assuages,

She takes a breath and steps away from shadows that are dim and grey.

Find Him in a humble stable
born to challenge death and win.

They came to seek the hope of ages
prophesied by mystic sages.

The birds still sing though winter reigns.

With festive carols playing,
the windows are displaying . . .

She returns to the solitude  
of a painted dream,