Silent night
A child’s voice
Cuts through the stillness.
I lift my head
And listen
In wonder
The tears dry on my face
The wind plays with my hair.
The stars shine cold and merciless.
The voice stops.
I shiver in the silence.
For a moment I forgot,
Who I am and what I’ve done.
Then I remember.
And I weep again.
The wind is gentle,
But it cannot speak the words I need to hear.
The stars are silent witnesses,
Stern judges.
They condemn me.
There is no mercy for one such as I.
The voice sings again.
Forgiveness.
Wow. This reminds me kind of of a poem I wrote on my blog, but yours does it better I think.
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