Thursday, December 24, 2009

Silent Night, Holy Night

I wonder what they were thinking that night
as they made their way to that dark and cold stable?

"Into this silent night
as we make our weary way
we know not where,
just when the night becomes its darkest
and we cannot see our path,
just then
is when the angels rush in,
their hands full of stars."
-Ann Weems


Jayne said...

Merry, merry Christmas my friend!

Jen Wojtowicz said...

what a lovely poem! Merry Christmas, Roberta!