Speak with softened voices, hushed in prayer
Till all that's left is tranquil gratitude.
Inviolate, these words of praise so rare,
Live in sacred, soundless quietude.
Linger as sweet stillness fills the air.
See the swaddled babe in silence sleep.
Tarry on the outskirts of the crowd.
Innocence, this night, I ask you keep.
Learn the lessons best heard with heads bowed.
Love is placid, deferent and deep.
Search your souls for warmth against the chill.
Trace a path that ends beneath the star.
Inward will you find the strength and will,
Lying in the quiet of your hearts.
Listen to the stillness, listen still.
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Author Notes
Still, Still, Still is an Austrian Christmas carol. The first words are Still, still, still, He sleeps this night so chill! I hope to post a new Christmas acrostic each Sunday of Advent, beginning with this quiet one and building to more "noisy" and joyous poems as Christmas approaches.
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