Soundless snowflakes,

silent night,

white star lights

faintly decorate

the sky,

and I

keep my eyes

and heart open wide,

close my mind,

still time…

 

Every night

painted fresh

by the brush

of His breath,

O holy night

granted to

the blessed witness…

 

I look up,

and my center calms,

spirits lift

and join the souls

dancing in this

silent night,

this blissful

ignorance

of the mysteries

beyond all this…