The Face at The Window

Visitation occurs without warning,

With no regard to age or beauty,

Within a night of peace and joy,

Beneath a moon of placid skies,

A face will appear at a window,

And the cries echo into the night.

She was young and full of life,

Inclined to music and laughter,

On a night mother was away,

Eyes looked at her through the glass,

With her purity and life removed,

In her blood she breathed her last.

Another with family full and large,

Charmed of wit and excellence,

She persevered with mind and heart,

Till the gaze came though the glass,

And slower she breathed each day,

Until the night her spirit rose.

No mortal can stand in the way,

Or turn away from his gaze,

Where there is a window and a heart,

There pain he comes to impart,

Yet I asked why he keeps me here,

He said, “You are doomed to share the fear.”

Not knowing what must come to pass,

His gaze did find me in the night,

My shouts did not touch his nerve,

Nor did he blink with all my words,

Vanishing for a second with lightning flash,

Through out the night his gaze did last.

Still my calling I can not fear,

As many walk through the darkest shadows,

Not knowing what to hold to in darkness,

Not seeing as there is no light for the eyes,

Yet as long as there is light in my heart,

I will reach out my hand.

One much stronger is always near,

His voice resounding, “Do not fear”.

“I have given you a chalice full of light,

Do not falter in this fight.”

With all my strength I take his flame,

That I may smite the visitor with perfect aim.