Hushed Night | an advent poem
Hushed night.
starlight.
such a long day-
Mary,
weary
lay on the hay.
One moment,
silence;
the next, a cry.
It hurt her so much
she thought she would die.
Hushed night,
starlight,
broken by sobs
Mary;
weary,
mother’s heart throbs.
One moment,
darkness.
The next a great light.
Baby Messiah
born in the night.
Hushed night.
Starlight.
Broken by joy.
Mary,
cherishing
her baby boy.
Tomorrow, Savior,
today just a child.
She held her son close.
Jesus.
She smiled.
Thank you Caelie Jones for the beautiful snow photo.
Merry Christmas to you all. He has come.
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.
Merry Christmas, Abby!!! Thanks for the wonderful poem 😊
Oh, also, might I add, I love the Bluebird’s Santa hat.
Merry Christmas! I love your poem!