Silent Night

Silent Night

it was a silent night

even amongst the noise

of the world about me

a quiet within endured

as i awaited His arrival

i sit on the throne

that has been vacated

for my egoic pleasures

and the treasures

this perspective would afford me

ruling the asylum

perhaps an enviable task

just but ask

and we can take turns

you can go 1^st

and last

i have had my fill

for the ”willed”

is still absent

the peasants of this Kingdom

are richer than i

for they have nothing

for the bounty of grace

is embraced

in the nothingness . .

and they smile

without motive

i have found

solace

in a place

of faceless reflection

where detection

of definition

lacks

nay . . .

i am not taxed

nor compelled

to sacrifice my cares

upon Life’s Alter

for with this

thus i always falter

when i allow the noise

so i cling to the

Silent Night

5 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.