Then In To The Night Pray Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Then
In to the night pray
If thunder you will roar
Roar gently:
My fear grows

Then
In to the night pray
If rain you will patter
Patter gently:
My fear grows

Then
In to the night pray
If wind you will blow
Blow gently:
My fear grows

Hear
Hear the windows and
The doors
Creak – they creak already
Though but red dusk is
Still on wing of flight.

And the sea waves I hear
Rustle
Rustle
Rustle as they hostile
Enter into the port
Those soldier-sailors of the benighted dark:
And tempests will be as centuries were
And as the tempests were in centuries old
In old Valletta