~ Dawn Of Winter Wonder ~
How can a little one be still
Within the snowstorm's mighty roar
Might there be a secret hope
What is the hidden cause
Peace, we long for it's illusive season
Where can it be found,
Is it only in a balmy meadow
With warmest sunshine all around.
Is it truest while we're laughing
When lots of friends are found,
Gathered at the Christmas tree
Where loveliness abounds.
Shall we feel it's wonder
Only when our world is still,
When troubles are all gone
And there's no pain to feel.
Is it only after fortune cookies
With accolades profuse
Or can contentment become more real
When things are more obtuse.
While the wind is howling wild
A bleakness can be all to feel,
But when life's velvet is all wet
Will the buds of spring become more real.
A little bird so delicate
May calmly sit upon her nest,
While winds rage on, she fears not
Within the storm... at rest.
When grief tears at our heart
Shall we be safe from care
How miraculous the peace of God can be
To hush us in the winter that we bear.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
More light than we can learn,
More wealth than we can treasure,
More love than we can earn,
More peace than we can measure,
Because one Child is born.
~ Christopher Fry ~