by Nicki Strudwick
A Christmas Eve Reflection
A little church sits still, In the valley.
Snow is quietly falling. From the frozen forest
A silent deer, Creeps forward....watching. Branches powdered with snow
Glisten with light Stand proudly.,overall. The moon is extra bright And lonely owl Sits heralding wisdom.
Candle light flickering
In the old church, Christmas pine and warm spice, Orange and cinnamon
All feel the air.
Let midnight mass begin Heavens angels
Holy voices,singing
To the newborn Jesus Christ
Mary, Joseph
Shepherds,sheep and wise men
Brought precious gifts from afar
Knelt and adored
The Saviour of the world
Tonight of all the nights
A child is born
Silent night, Holy night !
Nicki Strudwick
