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

www.thehiddenstory.com