Angel Of Midnight

The Angel at Midnight

 

Down below silence reigns

as a cover of fog hugs tight the terrain.

The ceiling of stars dances on high

and mortals below are oblivious to why.

The sounds of creation live within all,

and with the nod of the Master harmony falls.

The orchestrated sonata begins with a howl.

The call of the wolf, the song of the dove,

 the breaking of waves, title the song.

The rhythm of the trees, and the bending of reed

sings to our Lord in Heaven above.

The Angel of Midnight conducts the rift

with thunder and lightning a laser show begins.

Serenading angels offer praises to Him

in a language unknow to mortal man.

But silence resumes as a baby cries.

For the Savior is born,

beneath the Father's watchful eye.

And peace will come to those,

who answer the call,

and the Angel of Midnight resumes his song.

Reviews

[lkbryson]

Beautiful words. You could really feel this poem. Great job.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Beautiful poetry. It reads with as much elegance as is described in the words themselves. Wonderfully penned. tyfs

"The Angel of Midnight conducts the rift
with thunder and lightning a laser show begins." fave line.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you, and it is kinda nice thinking of thunder and lightning that way.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful words shared dear Cherrie.
"The orchestrated sonata begins with a howl.
The call of the wolf, the song of the dove,
the breaking of waves, title the song.
The rhythm of the trees, and the bending of reed
sings to our Lord in Heaven above."
I loved the above lines. I live in the city. I have the howl of the grand-boys. A wonderful poem shared my dear friend.
Coyote

[Pete]

i'll sing to that any day of the week and twice on sunday. certainly worth staying up for. well done. simply terrific and hopeful and lord knows we need more of that ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you and I agree we need more hope, and faith.

[barleygirl]

The best part of your well-stated holiday herald is how it starts with a low rumble thru nature observations, gradually building up momentum, rolling onward toward the big celebration, the culmination of everything we long for, everything we especially need these days, a song of salvation. Happy new year, my friend. Thanks for all the artful giving you do here, all year long! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

Happy new year! You cutie pa-tu-de :) sometimes I'm surprised just how long we've been writing in the cafe, and I enjoy every minute here, bothas writer and reader.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

So many are blind to spirit filled thoughts.
Others run from light to cower in sorrow.
Keep on shining your light, for soon they wake.

[Patricia Wedel]

"With the Nod of the Master Harmony falls".
Live in the midst of a Miracle. It is lovely to
feel humble and to read your poem.
The bending of the Reed is bruised...
and will be healed. The Angel of Midnight
resumes his Song. There is a Reverence
at Christmas time and a gentleness calms
our Soul. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Pat, I thought of the scripture that says the rocks will cry out, just let everything come together.

[Patricia Wedel]

So much poetry in the Bible... to consider today. May the New Year bring blessings. gently, Pat

[Neville]

............. even to a Buddhist .. this has a ring of true .............. I sense it in the very rhythm of trees and the bending of reed ... the call of the wolf and the song of a dove .......... the breaking of waves upon a still shore :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) I'm so glad you enjoyed the song of creation.

[VJWild]

I saw it all happening as I read. Very nice!

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you and I am glad you could:)

[Dave Brown]

I believe in very few of our fables, but it is quite forgivable to soften somewhat around Christmas
This is a gentle path that you have paved here and in spite of all the issues we seem to keep creating, but as a nature hugger, I felt refreshed as I carried on along among Wolves, Doves, Waves and Trees.
Merry Christmas to them all and to you
Stay safe

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Dave,