The Silent Night

The Silent Night How quiet and still how peaceful the night so reverent the stars this absence of light In silence turns our world heeding not the sounds not the cries of anguished souls buried neath the ground neither voices raised in anger anger come unbound ever on in silence does our world turn slowly round So softly does the silence call it calls me not by name but simply as a passenger each one of us the same It calls to me so soft and low a whisper in the wind and asks me if I hear it now do I hear it yet again that silence that I heard before before the time of men And then our world turned silently on again, again and again