The Blessed Night Poem by Zyw Zywa
The Blessed Night
Mary was pregnant
with God, a story
can't be stronger
and I think of myself
as the saint or the prophet
I would like to be, so fulfilled
of pure inspiration, I am
in this silent, holy night
of the birth star
Let angels descend
to praise God
and sing peace
I am awake
under the palm tree
which bends its branches
and gives everything: fruit
and a source welling up
between its roots
Though Christmas has gone now and the new Year is starting already 15 days long, but this is still a mesmerizing poem, from your thoughtful creative mind, the talent from God. God loves you and us all and He loves this most touching poem either. So finest feel reading this time and again, Zywa! God's Blessings be upon you.
A most beautiful poetry about the blessed Birth all times, a touching poem about The Blessed Night. I have enjoyed time and again this lovely poem. Thank you so much for sharing your senses in this poem. G.B.U. Still Happy Cosy Christmas days and a Healthy and Blessed 2019. Even Christmasdays have passed, the New Year has broken, I am still celebrating Jesus´Birth. Sounds mad, but I am just a sane and ordinary enjoying poetess.
Zywa, Love this Story and especially the imagery you create in my mind on so many levels in the last two stanzas...under the palm and birthing the fruit between it's roots. Beautfully written. Thank you, Gio
Dear Gio, thank you for your response and appreciation! Best regards, Zywa.
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Well conceived and nicely crafted with spiritual insight. A fine and lofty verse on the birth of Jesus Christ. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.