Snow Falls,
On this magical,
Christmas night.

Not a soul in sight-
But I can hear,
Your song.

There are lights
Glimmering
In the distance,
They wrap
Their way
Around pine needles,
A never-ending
Maze
Of branches,
Catching
Falling Snow.
Blanketing.
Forgiving.  

There is no sound,
Only silence all around,
As white flecks,
Reflect
Off the ground.  

God-
I know you're there.

Can you hear,
This prayer?