O winds that whisper
Round those gloomy places
Under that armor
Underneath these spaces
Space that’s made of hardened steel
With locks at every turn
A place itself deemed to seal
The darkness that we govern
O silence that’s near and far
Between the echoes and this place
Dwell with those found at war
With peace that they now embrace
Search through those hidden sounds
From wherever that they may be
Hear me now! O silence, who surrounds
The prayers of those who seek harmony
O morning hear my beckoning
When I call you here by name
Sleep no longer and instead do bring
These officers back from which they came
Guide their paths with light and peace
That they may find strength to serve
And with a final petition I now release:
This prayer for you to observe
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katrenia Busch is an entertainment writer for
Heart of Hollywood Magazine. She is a film
critic for Hollywood Weekly Magazine. She is a
Web of Science mentor for researchers/reviewers
academy. She moderates Facebook Poetry Society
yielding over 80k members. Some of her
publications can be found in The Screeched
Owl, Westward Quarterly, Police Writers, The
Chamber Magazine, IO Magazine among others.
Her essay on psychoanalysis is set to reappear
September 2021 and her Publons profile can be
found here:
https://publons.com/researcher/3521538/katrenia-busch/
