December 2018 - Bill Adair
Bill Adair, based in Stirling, is a singer-songwriter and poet. He has released two CDs: ‘Along The Miners’ Rows’ and ‘Dusty Boots on a Gravel Road’, and published a volume of poetry entitled ‘Learning to Fly’. Bill maintains a daily poetry blog on his Facebook page. His website is www.billadair.net.
The silent night is shattered
By the falling of a bomb,
As a man and pregnant woman
Search for somewhere safe and warm.
While in a field some shepherds
Huddle down and try to sleep,
Mid the sounds of rattling gunfire
And the bleating of the sheep.
Some strangers bearing gifts
Approach a family they don’t know,
While far away a choir sings
Of wine and mistletoe.
As children play and robins
Sit on frosty windowsills
The slaughter of the innocents
Is happening round us still.
All round the world the lights all say
That Christmas time is here,
But the little town of Bethlehem
Is dark with hate and fear.
The bleak mid-winters bleaker still,
No angels sing above,
But the child we see in Manger Square
Still reaches out for love.