On a Cold Christmas Night
By Penny4athought
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Dark night dotted with starlight
Cold winds rustling bare trees
Staring out at nothing
Seeing infinity
What night this
That speaks to my soul
In whispers
Softly thrilling
Silence fractures
Awareness tantalizes
Comprehension
Out of reach
Time subjective
Real or imagined
Truth or hope
Matters not
Affinity felt
Lightness
Love
Connection confirmed
Soul replenished
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I liked the sense of
I liked the sense of stillness, looking out, aware of questions. Truth and hope do matter, but faith can trust and wait for comprehension. Rhiannon
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We can only look up and
We can only look up and wonder at the vastness of a cold Christmas night.
I like the way you connect with what you're seeing Penny, then letting it replenish your soul, for it truly is a marvelous universe.
I enjoyed your poem.
Jenny.
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