Heaven's Holy Ones
Helen Ockerse, Grade 11, St Thomas Aquinas College -
Lovingly they adore their Lord,
No sound, 'cept the creaking of a board.
They lift their hearts in joyous praise,
And unwaveringly fix their gaze,
Upon the maker of us all.
The earth shook, the siren wailed,
But still their adoration never failed,
For their last moments were deigned to be,
Revering One, Who is Three.
The slamming of a door,
Caused glass to tinkle to the floor.
Wind whistled, the black curtains moved eerily,
As their shoulders slumped wearily.
A candle guttered and fell.
The chapel turned to a burning Hell,
As two pure white doves soared,
Up amid the flames to their Lord.