Now the calm of new fallen snow

lies in silent peace and stillness,

gently covering the loneliness

of midnight city streets.

 

As I walk, I cannot help but 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 doesn’t know the tales,

lying there on unkept ground

on the broken streets and walkways

and rooftops all around.

 

But I suppose I too am unaware,

lost in the moment.

 

For on morrow day when snow melts away,

and peaceful white turns back to grey,

my nightly walk shall once again be

amidst the tranquil cold

of midnight city streets.

 

But for now I pray,

let the impression of this night

rest upon my heart forever, knowing…

that God truly is no respecter of men.