Not with great news,
nor open gates wide,
Not with crowds gathered
and bells ringing bright.
It was born in a humble place,
where silence carried grace,
More than any blazing fire,
or the light of an altar’s face.
A fragile child,
between two simple souls,
The heavens bowed gently,
and angels guarded His steps whole.
Salvation asked for nothing,
It came simply to remain,
Through love and holy grace,
not through glory, power, or reign.
The shepherds came softly,
with steps of wonder and fear,
They felt, without knowing why,
that they were no longer alone or unclear.
On that holy night,
the world did not change at once,
But a living light was kindled,
one that forever will never be quenched.
18.12.2025
Andrei GUȚU
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Not with great news,
nor open gates wide,
Not with crowds gathered
and bells ringing bright.
It was born in a humble place,
where silence carried grace,
More than any blazing fire,
or the light of an altar’s face.
A fragile child,
between two simple souls,
The heavens bowed gently,
and angels guarded His steps whole.
Salvation asked for nothing,
It came simply to remain,
Through love and holy grace,
not through glory, power, or reign.
The shepherds came softly,
with steps of wonder and fear,
They felt, without knowing why,
that they were no longer alone or unclear.
On that holy night,
the world did not change at once,
But a living light was kindled,
one that forever will never be quenched.
18.12.2025
Andrei GUȚU
The poem was originally written in Romanian and later translated into English.
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