The silent trees brush the edge of the horizon.
What is silence? It is the subject of an unexplored fantasy.
This night is silent.
The painter’s brush has splashed colours of plush pink across the picturesque painted sky.
It is this chilly winter’s night that is holy.
There are no crickets chirping and there is no wind rustling through the heavy, frostbit branches.
Instead, everything is calm.
Moonlight floods the ground as the moon skids weightlessly between the shadows of the earth.
All is bright.
Everything has paused before the Creator.
Something is different tonight.
Love has ravished and claimed victory over the sin of the soul.
Peace is restored and the humbled king is here!
One child, one mission, one love and one hope. One God with a greater purpose for mankind and one night where it all began.
Immanuel, God is with us.
Rejoice!
The silence of this night is really not so silent at all.
Written by: Justine Boles
Refined Joy 
Great poem. Really painted the picture for me. 🙂
Thanks!! Glad to hear 🙂