The Holiest Of Nights

The Holiest Of Nights

A Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

Hope, faith and love to all



A chilly breeze

Has that magical touch

As it brings the silver bells

To life allowing them to hum

Of peace and love,

On this, the holiest of nights.

To the villagers it sounds

Of an angel’s hymn

As they gather around the tree

In the town square

Joining hands without a second thought.

Every heart circling that decorated evergreen

And within earshot of those silver bells

Felt the warmth in their hearts

Of every man, woman and child.

Silently in unison they all prayed

They could feel this way everyday,

And not just this, the holiest of nights.

As the night faded and everyone

Nestled in their beds they all knew

Deep within their souls

That chilly breeze was God’s gift to them

On this, the holiest of nights.

© 2009 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

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On the holiest of nights there is such a special feeling that touches the hearts of those who believe! You have spoken of these moments with such simplistic elegance and love! Your words are like snowflakes dropping from Heaven to remind us of the most important gift of all time! Your reference to a chilly breeze that touches us is just wonderful!
Lovely, just lovely!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Dale you have an amazing gift to actually that actually allows the reader to "feel" the words you write! These words carry exquisiteness and are definitely heavenly! The night that you describe with such elegance was truly a gift to all humanity. With your words of hope and grace, we celebrate with you in this beautiful write! ~ ~ Judi ☺

Posted 7 Years Ago

Very beautiful! I really love the mood set by this poem and the imagery was wonderful. Amazing piece!!


Posted 7 Years Ago

This is beautiful. The bell shape of the poem is the perfect finishing touch.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Beautiful prose dear. :-) You have a way of making us see what you are trying to show us so well. This was beautiful. I appreciate your appreciation of the season!!!


Posted 7 Years Ago

A beautiful tribute to the absolute magic of Christmas. It is the Holiest of nights and all I adore about it is written here. The entire world (almost) is at one on this night of nights and that has to stand for something. Even those who are laden down with burdens unbelievable will pause at the beauty of the child, it is respectful...I too wish the feeling of unity could transcend to every night...maybe one day?
Beautiful work Dale :-)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Always a pleasure to read your poetry. Great poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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great title..beautiful read..

Posted 7 Years Ago

This is what Christmas truly is all about. I can feel the awe and respect in each and every word. I love the imagery and the peace that I found myself encompassed in through your piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Lovely, Dale! I could feel the chill and hear the sounds. It almost had a child-like feel to it, a gentle reminder to humble ourselves this time of year. Beautiful!

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, I fully agree with what the others have said.
A lovely descriptive picture of a magnificant
Christmas. I felt the peace settle in me as I
read through this. Truly beautiful Dale!


Posted 8 Years Ago

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The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool

Birth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..


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