The night sky is silent.
Stars shine down
from Heaven
and shead
rays of hope
upon
All.
"All is calm"
"All is bright"
and rests with
the palm
of
God.
Note: On the first draft of this poem, I
spelled shed as shead--a new word since
the tragedy, as stars are other-worldly!
Silent Night September 11, 2001 8 30 pmLooking up at the stars
© Copyright: Павло Павло, 2001
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