A Christmas Poem

As Christmas draws near and birthdays draw near by,

The sound of something profound fills the sky.

A gentle echo, soft and sweet,

Through the stillness where earth and heaven meet.

In this hush, creation's breath held tight,

Stars twinkle with renewed delight.

Each glittering point, a silent hymn,

An age-old story, retold and trim.

The world slows, its clamor fades,

Underneath the winter's cascading shades.

Trees stand guard in solemn rows,

Witnesses to the peace that flows.

This profound sound—deep and clear,

Rings of hope and joy, drawing near.

It whispers of a night divine,

When love was born, a sacred sign.

In the echo of this celestial calm,

Life pauses to hold the moment's balm.

Christmas—a time when the profound is heard,

In every heart, with each spoken word.

In the quiet heart of the night, a whisper

Soft as the touch of feathered wings, alight

With the breath of dawn's gentle light,

Speaks a word from God, pure and right.

This word—a seed in the fertile soil of souls,

Roots deep where hope’s living waters flow,

A single syllable, divinely bestowed,

Encapsulates promises, future foretold.

It dances on the tongues of prophets, old,

Ignites in the hearts where faith is bold,

A beacon, shining like ancient gold,

Its power unending, forever untold.

In stormy trials, when fears amass,

This sacred echo forms a steadfast pass,

A fortress against despair's harsh grasp,

A testament to love that shall ever last.

For within this word lies the weight of grace,

A covenant, unbroken, time cannot erase.

Each letter a flame, each phrase an embrace,

Revealing His will, His time, His place.

Oh, hear it rise, from depths profound,

In it, the pulse of eternity is found.

A word from God, with love is crowned,

In every whisper, His promises resound.