Nights with a
newborn
Are anything but
silent
Darkness’s deep
stillness
Broken by wails
Hunger or
loneliness
A need for
holding
Worse than the
cry
Is a too long
quiet
Anxious
listening follows
Waiting for steady
drumming
One tiny heartbeat
Whispered sighs
of breath
You arrived as
We all do
Tears of pain on
your
Mother’s face mingled
With those of
joy
When her eyes
Met yours
What birth is
not
Accompanied by
great
expectations?
What birth is
not
Filled with
Anticipation
Dreams
Hope
But was ever
There a child
born
That carried
Such longings
Of a world
enveloped
In darkness
More than you?
Was there ever
A birth so
Humble, yet
So holy
Was there ever
A child born
Foretold by
prophets
Preceded by
glory
Already bearing
names
Grand and great for
one
So small
Wonderful
Counselor
Mighty God
Everlasting
Father
Prince of Peace
Our Prince
Our peace
In this dark
night
In this silent
night
That is our
longing
Our dream
Our hope
Peace
You,
A baby,
Usher God in
With your first
cry
Angels sing
The lowly
rejoice
You,
A man,
Usher the
Kingdom in
With your word
What is broken
Is whole
What is lost
Is found
On this night
This silent
night
The beginning
The end
The evermore
We welcome
Peace
In a newborn’s
cry
Amen
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