Clouds congregate in Cretan skies -
melancholy masses in mourning.
Crossing the Atlantic,
they've carried with them,
a heavy outpouring
of emotion.
Inside, an expat cries,
her heart heavy and weak
from the tidings.
In darkness, she stands,
in silence, she breathes,
praying for hope
to come out of
hiding.
Slowly, the shadows
are outshone by the light,
as the clouds scatter
to deliver her message.
She bids them farewell,
and reminds them to tell
her fellow Canadians,
that prayer has no distance.
