The Silent Night Poem by Carmela Patterson

Behold this infant wrapped in swaddling clothes
Downy light hair, rosebud lips and tiny little nose
He may be that Christ Child mentioned I suppose.

His radiance absorbs me and I am taken to a place
Of humility, peace, holiness, blessings and grace
O, the purest beauty of that adorable little face.

His mother tenderly whispers in His tiny little ear
'Rest peacefully, son of mine, mother is near.'
My heart melts and I thank God I am here.

I watch the scene unfolding before my very eyes
Enthralled by the holy family I breathe in sighs
And hear the baby utter the softest sweetest cries.

As foretold Jesus has arrived, this little baby King
My heart and voice burst forth and I joyfully sing
Then I hear from a distance the sound of a ring.

The holy scene disappears from my sight
The ringing pierces the 'Silent Night; '
Dawn brings early morning light...
Tsk. Tsk.....I'm alright.