Silent Night: An Angel's Perspective / by Joseph Castorino

 

Here we find the epicenter of the holy earthquake

  that destroys the sin of the centuries.

 

In jubilation, I swiftly and silently cruise through

  the cool, crisp air on this holiest of holy nights,

Up above, high in the heavens, is the star of all stars,

  powerfully pulsating with bursts of joy;

Below, in the countryside, the shepherds’ fires

  crackle with contentment near Bethlehem,

For the Christ child, the Prince of Peace, has been

  born in a lowly little stable in the city of David.

 

I am flanked by a merry multitude of fellow angels,

  As we prepare for our descent into little Bethlehem,

From the cloud tops we cascade downward towards

  the manger, like a waterfall of invisible light;

The shuffling shepherds who were so startled to

  behold us now adore their newborn king on bent knees,

And the majestic magi marvel at the humility of the

  Blessed Babe, the long-awaited holy Messiah.

 

St. Joseph thoughtfully covers the mild mother Mary,

  to help heat her on this very chilly night,

The joyful Virgin warmly welcomes little Jesus,

  covering Him with her tender kisses and caresses;

Blissful baby Jesus beams a bright smile, covering all

  present with His most peaceful benevolence,

And we angels swirl and dance, and exultantly sing

  And rejoice and praise the glory of the good God.

 

The holy family will live in the dark night of the unseen,

  centered in the Light of Limitless Love.