Silent Night
Bustle, hustle.
Shop and bake. Decorate.
Clean the house, scrub the floors, wipe the counters, do it once more.
Ribbons and bows, lights on the deck.
Packages hidden under beds and in closets.
Bills piling on counters, fridge fililng with goodies.
Rushing to the airport, last minute lists a mile long.
Cards in the mail, late.
Stockings stuffed, worn out mommies and daddies crashed.
Silent Night.
Snow falling softly. Lights twinkling brightly.
Candlelight flickering. Clock ticking gentle rythms.
Holy Night.
Deep breaths of peace. Anticipation released.
All is calm. All is bright. ‘Round yon virgin mother and child…
He is here. Grace has come. Anxiety and fear flee.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Thanks for sharing.
Amen to that, Heather. What a beautiful poem and great reminder that Christmas is all about.
I LOVED this! Awesome and TRUE. 🙂