Holy Night, by Debi Swim

Holy Night
by Debi Swim

Let your words
be few
fevered pitched
with awe
with woe
with hope
borne aloft
into the ether
across the vast
plains of the sea
swelled in a symphony
of swallow-tailed
butterfly wafts.
Oh, God, hear
these ignoble
of piteous man
pleas of mercy
crush the clank
and clamor of
let the silence
of the downy
eve peal
like a Christmas
bell. Toll
for me.

“In the midst of a world of light and love, of song and feast and dance, Lucifer could find nothing to think of more interesting than his own prestige.”
–C.S. Lewis

Written in response to Red Wolf Prompt 354.

Debi Swim
writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and persistent WV poet.


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