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For the calm of new fallen snow

Lies in silent peace

And stillness

Gently covering the loneliness

Of midnight city streets



And walking in the cold of night

I pause to stop and wonder

How can it be so unaware

Of where it present lies

Has it not seen the desolation

Has it not heard the cries



Perhaps it knows not the tales

Yes, it seems so unaware

As it lies in quiet sanctity

On the unkept city ground

On the broken streets and walkways

And rooftops all around



And for a moment I too am unaware

That on morrow day

When snow melts away

My walk shall again find

The dark and grey reality

Of midnight city streets



But might the impression made that night

Be ever left upon my heart

That God is no respector of persons

For he maketh his beauty to fall

On both the rich and the poor





…Jeff Bresee