Night Wind’s Howl
The night is so dark, not a star in the sky’s
Even the moon is lost from my eyes.
The clouds are so heavy with low winds that moan,
My soul is so heavy as I hear their low tone.
The voices of many are heard here tonight.
The restless, the lost, all those gone from our sight.
Are we sure it’s just wind that’s making the sound
Or lost lonely souls that peace have not found?
Are they souls that in life lived in torment till death,
Unloved and unwanted until their last breath.
Are they animal or human or a mixture entwined,
Relating their pain of how cruel is mankind.
The night winds howl has many stories to tell
Of suffering and death as tears in our eyes well.
Have we cared for our loved ones in death as in life?
Could we have done more as they lost their fight?
There is no answer for hearts broken in pain,
Forever to haunt us the guilt will remain.
For we have no control when death comes nor its ways,
Just the numbness of pain and our minds in a haze.
The howl of the wind in a lonely low tone
Reminds us in darkness of souls so alone.
Always so sad are these dark nights somehow
As we listen in silence to the night winds low howl.
Kathy Henderson
10 - 1999
The Rose Bush
There’s a place in my garden so special to me,
There a rose bush is planted, its beauty to see.
He loved to lie underneath its thorned limbs
For the sun it blocked and the ground there cooled him.
I hated it so when he’d scratch and he’d dig
I feared the bush would die from a hole dug so big.
It never did and I never won that battle
Tho he tried to deny his claw marks would tattle.
It was the one thing he would never give up,
He’s laid under that bush since he was a pup.
There were many rose bushes’ to be chosen from,
This one was special, it was his chosen one.
The blooms were quite large and gold as could be,
Maybe there the connection that only he could see.
His coat held the colors of the setting sun,
Long and flowing it was, so beautiful this one.
He’s left us now, his spirit has flown home
Tho his body remains, his bush his headstone.
Its leaves offer shelter from the sun hot and bold,
Its thorns a reminder of pain we now hold.
The purest of gold, the most perfect of blooms,
They brighten the night in light of the moon.
Its roots entwined round a box filled with love,
Touched by a hand, retrieved to above.
As long as it lives, I’ll see him lying there,
For each time it blooms his love he still shares.
6 – 1999
Kathy Henderson
The Same Need
Deep in our hearts we want so to be loved,
A human emotion instilled from above.
No matter the path of life that we take
There’s happiness there along with heartaches.
Never perfection in this world that we know
As sorrow’s and failure’s in our eye’s show.
When the trials of life get so hard to bear
There is one standing near, our burdens to share.
No need to question his heart for its true
As his eyes reveal pain he senses from you.
The love sought from humans often denied,
The need is so strong we feel so deprived.
The one standing near offers his heart and his soul,
The depth in his eyes no human can show.
Tho he can’t speak in words known to us
His meaning is clear, his love we can trust.
Lest we forget when by humans we’re failed
He’ll be right there as his love prevails.
He has the power to soothe hearts trapped in pain
If we feel alone then it’s to our own shame,
For he stands ever faithful so close by our side,
A protector of hearts and to peace he’s our guide.
If we don’t resist his offer so clear
Our pain he will share and help dry our tears.
No need to question nor try to deny
The power of love seen in a dogs eyes.
For deep in our heart we want so to be loved
A human emotion instilled from above.
That need is answered if we will but see,
For in truth a dog shares the same need as do we.
Kathy Henderson
5 - 1999
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