Silent Night


Sorry to bring the gloom once more but for a lot, it never ends, and my meagre efforts are always warmly supported by all of you and I thank you, so I guess they will be in your hearts too.   I sincerely hope that you and yours have a magical time this year.

Apart from my Daily Challenge, (Santa won’t stop me) I will be back reading/writing in the New year proper.

While chill winds flutter,
warm hearts at midnight stutter,
from deathly sounds awakening in
zestful dreams that shed daydreams.
Gusts are amiss, amid the
snowdrops and mortar strewn.
Remnants lay bitter till the end.
where absence is present,
and the present lies in ruins.
We mourn the loss of Yuletide –
where is Father Christmas?

Hope is all but silent,
eyes still shine brightly but
their minds wander
and memories take hold.
Imaginations bring sleigh bells,
illuminations cast out doubt,
ringing the changes of disbelief,
when witness to faith goes walkabout.

While warm hearts grieve
and sorrow is let loose on Christmas Eve’s
night, silence is quite rightly taken
for broken promises and snow laden dreams.
Children will sleep till the morrow
without a secret smile inside the hurt and sorrow,
Their fitful sleep will never know the footfall
of reindeers over snow,
but I hope something inside tells them
we will be there, one day safety will belong
to their nightfall –
one day – when the world finally asks,
‘Where is Father Christmas?’

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

9 thoughts on “Silent Night”

      1. We have quite a few community programs to service the needy around this time of the year. Either by donating money or goods or being there to serve. I participated in giving and delivering gifts to prisoners’ kids as if the gifts are from their parents in prison.

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  1. Sharing hurts at this time of the year lessens the gap for many people for whom the joy of Christmas is but a dream. The outward expressions that are so overt this time of the year makes it even more alienating for those who suffer. Thanks for sharing.


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