Paris After The 12th November 2015.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

I planned for some days a short holiday to Paris, because my niece was visiting me in my country and she had never seen Paris.
I was introducing my beloved Paris to a her. She was very happy with my treat.
On the last night, while we had still our sleep, I felt uneasy,
my heart goes bumping metaphorically and I stayed awake.
Short hereafter my niece awoke too and asked what I was doing?
I told her to pack our suitcases, call for a taxi and be gone
as soonest as possible to the airport.
We must not wait till tomorrow, our real check-out time.
It was now 23 hrs at night but I called the taxi directly
and we go to Orly, the airport for short flights.
The hotel owner quarrelled with me, oh so sorry,
all words in French sound like quarrelling, it IS really like that, and so is the italian language too, I am always thinking that they were quarrelling when I hear French, Italian conversing,
no, of course they do not quarrel, they are just talking rapidly
in French! Hilarious enough, I do speak French, but I am never accustomed to their speech. The tone is not a lovely tone either,
BUT I am telling you about that 12th November late night momentum,
we went with speed to Orly Airport and I told the taxi driver
to drive fastest, as if God were intsrycting me and
I obeyed that voice deep within,
You know what happened?

Over midnight on that same spot near the hotel
we had been sleeping, no automobiles nor cars were allowed
to go in or out. The streets were closed totally.
The French Police knew something, but kept that secretive.
Exactly where our hotel was, that was hermetically closed
and some spots near the Eiffel Tower.

We had reached the French airport in time. I saw on the TV-news that
there were put some bombs by terrorists, but the Police did not know where the bombs were put. Around the Eiffel Tower too at several spots and in the center of Paris.
How could they? ! PARIS is my most favourite spot mondially, I love capitals, I had been born in Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia. Capitals have some mysterious tints. BUT at that momentum, that night
of the 12th of November, my heart felt unsure when still in the hotel
having view upon Le Sacré Coeur with the 196 steps going up....

Please enjoy and know this has truly happened
and I created the poem at the spot.
I realized that the Lord was with us on the spot
since I decided to go to the airport at that same moment
while I was thinking, had we gone one hour later, all roads
to and from were blocked, none could go in or out that place.
Next day I heard and knew that there were bombs exploding on
that spot and several spots around the Eiffel Tower,
I feel enormous blessings, that my niece could return to Indonesiasafely and on time, after we had reached my residence 1,5 hrs flight from Paris, WOW! The Dutch would say (a perfect quote) : "Kantje boord" OR: "Net op het nippertje"....like "Precisely On Time"....
Mind you, my chosen free days were the 10th, the 11th and the 12th of
November and we would depart on the next morn earliest at 10 o'clock,
but on the 12th late at night we went by taxi rapidly and 1 hour after that, all roads were blocked by the Police Corps of Paris.
In a way I still get creepy feelings and am still very emotive, BUT I realized that God was with me. Thank you, dear God....

Thank you once again for reading and thinking thoroughly,
Notes added in my sincerest way,

done with love,

Sylvia Frances Chan
Dutch Poetess
Evangelist
World Traveler