This poem was originally written for a contest held by the Florida Scholastic Press Association and won 3rd place.
I was 17 or 18 at the time.
The notes by the judges included praise with only one critique:
"Not good to use religion in a school contest."
As a senior in high school, I entered it into The META Interdisciplinary Journal by Saint Petersburg College where it first appeared in print. The META Journal has since gone out of print.
I now submit "Watcher of the Night" to Vocal for one last chance at immortalizing this work which has meant so much to me over the years.
I am thankful to Vocal Media for giving me this platform to express myself and my art freely.
The earth was empty, void of love and light
The God of heaven spoke and there was day
The Son was silent, watcher of the night
A fire grew, the wind came with great might
The Spirit moved so deeply through the bay
The earth was empty, void of love and light
The Lord made man to learn to love him right
But men forsook their God, refused to pray
The Son was silent, watcher of the night
The wicked men all sinned, attempting flight
The Father knew there was only one way
The earth was empty, void of love and light
The Son came down with love and all was bright
The Father gave him up for men to slay
The Son was silent, watcher of the night
Men mocked the Son but he would never fight
He left the earth, He was the only way
The earth was empty, void of love and light
The Son was silent, watcher of the night
About the Creator
D.S. Fisichella
I write because sometimes it's the only thing that makes sense.
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