Thursday, December 22, 2016

A Christmas Poem

Photo courtesy of Pixabay

There is a star above us,

merely one of a million-million glories
that absorb our awed perception.
But it flowers on our soul’s horizon
like a new-made moon, or the
primal  dawn of Truth—a singularity 
we may abandon all to follow.

We may camp here, shivering at the
edge of our heart’s own minor galaxy—
huddled suddenly against a star-strewn
hillside, lambs curled silently around
our feet. We will be shepherded;

we will hear the unvoiced universe
burst open and regather, singing
out—a counterpoint, a psalming.
A compline. Oh, an ecstasy of angels!


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