Silent Night

A silent night was soon to come,
and the moon watched on.

A star so bright to guide the way,
as the kings trod on.

A village full, no place to rest,
a father searched high and low.

A mother, knowing the time was near,
and the gift she would bestow.

A stable, the only place;
in a manger, he would lay.

A newborn babe swaddled tight
on a bed made out of hay.

While others slept, three gifts were laid
to praise this newborn king.

And, of this night, around the world
each year the throngs would sing.

The angels stood watch o’er the babe
it was such a glorious sight.

So, it came that the moon watched on
and witnessed the first silent night.

© Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.

Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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