December’s First Gift

I awakened to a Rest;
deeper, sweeter than
the night could afford;
to a Fullness of Breath
beyond my ability to gather;
to an Inner Light, bright as
the sleepy newborn Sun;
Herald of the Beloved One. 

This Rest, This Breath,
undisturbed by weight of words,
took me over as softest snow
overtakes a town; disposing 
the rush, imposing its hush;
elegantly forceful in its 
insistence upon surrender. 

O, Golden Hallowed Hush,
so tender; as an Angel,
come to rouse and bless.
No wonder the Virgin 
uttered, "Yes". 

~Cheryl Anne