Silent night

A prayer from lips that make no sound

a noise exhaled

though none around

to hear pleas through heaving breath

barely alive close to death

quivering hands gently placed

palm to wood

splinters sharply


sheltered darkly 

from the tree

the manger built

from the tree

a saviour wilt

set me free

on my knees

with silent lips

he arriveth to me

under that star

palm to wood

I lean in

breath newborn scent

heaven sent

on this silent night.

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