The Darkest Hour

The darkest hours of the night

are those before the dawn.

The quietest, too, are they

when the earth gasps for a ray of light.

The moon has fled, the stars fade,

and the whole earth holds its breath, waits.

And everything is silent,

and for once the spinning earth is bade

to be still. And I listen, here,

for in the darkest hour Your voice is clear,

for, for once, it is silent here. 

Reviews

[Lucy maree]

This has given me goosebumps. I thought this was written very well and you should continue writing poetry please.

[Carissa Faulk]

Thank you :)