Be still my soul on this silent night,
Cupped in the moon’s embrace as
Grace whispers the world white.
Pause for breath on the edge of night,
As shadows lean low and long, oh
Be still my soul on this silent night
Still to hear His tender Voice invite
This broken soul to dance, because
Grace whispers the world white
Shattering the stain of pride held tight,
Seeping deep into wounds, oh,
Be still my soul on this silent night
Still to feel the warmth of His delight
Thrum through my veins in song as
Grace whispers the world white
And the embers of my faith ignite
As I hear His song low and long…
Be still my soul on this silent night as
Grace whispers the world white.
* This poem, my first villanelle, is a response to the poetry prompt through TS Poetry Press, an interesting challenge and one I truly enjoyed.
