Christmas Eve

In Act I Scene I of Hamlet, Shakespeare wrote:

“Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes /

Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated, /

This bird of dawning singeth all night long; /

And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, /

The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, /

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, /

So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.”

Definition #12 Praise

insignificant

beholds majesty’s grace:

exults! rises! sings!

Riddle#21 Darkness

Still the darkness sings its song:
Slow, gentle, silhouettes
Etch to dusk, coil o’er eyelids
Shadowed feasts; weathered fetes.

This poem is a response to a prompt from David Harrison:
http://davidlharrison.wordpress.com/2013/04/17/new-challenge-from-j-patrick-lewis/#comment-16430