by Paul C. Binotto
Maiden Nature gowned in white.
Like porcelain, crisp and bright.
Such a lovely, lovely sight,
Stepping out into the wintery, silent night.
Before the world's awake.
Before the first footsteps break,
And, the peace and silence, take,
As the rumblings of another day begin to quake.
Silence and sister peace, were made first for man.
But silence, nor peace, would man take,
Nor, its purposeful place, in God's Divine Plan.
So now, it's dark, empty night that enjoys this Grace,
And, man in darkness, peace and silence, to ever-after chase.