The Star

The star shone cold and clear,

winking on the desert plain.

Just another night.  No special sight.

Shepherds, sheep . . . bed down to sleep.

Herod, covered by his palace and power,

his fear in his tower, pays no notice.

It’s a single star shining amidst an eternity.

Just another night.  No special sight.

A king, a birth . . . but nothing of worth.

A thousand miles east, magi feast on the sky,

a scroll to the eye so versed.

The star sings the coronation of a king,

“Come and see!  Come and see!”

The star still shines.

But to those trapped in their delights,

it’s just another night.  No special sight.

Sellers, buyers . . . pursuing their desires.

So few hear the song

and come to see  

the worth of the king

and love bound in broken flesh.

Such a wondrous night.  A special sight.

Meekness, glory . . . wrapped in one story.

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