Stray stars heavy with light
Dance across night’s broad shoulders
And settle into place one by one.
Angels, those ancient winged navigators
Halos polished to a golden shimmer—
Begin their proclamation,
“BE NOT AFRAID—for unto you is born
This night—a child—a savior.”
And shepherds startled but reverent
Who have waited thousands of nights
Beneath a silent sky
Waited on the edge of belief and disbelief
Waited for prophecy—waited for hope
Begin their journey through the night
That becomes an unspoken prayer.
Their sheep trail behind like whispers.
And wandering kings propped atop fat thighed camels
Move like short steeples in the desert
Seeking a little town that wraps itself around a stable
Where the air thickens with smells of animals
And the ancient rhythms of birth.
Joseph, filled with expectation, kneels in awe and wonder
Mary, emptied of her heavy belly,
Graciously cradles the weight of god in her hands.
And Christ-mas begins.
We enter the stable, kneel beside the manger…
We are the shepherds, the kings, the visitors to Bethlehem,
We are led by the star we carry within every memory,
Every dream. Every CHRIST-mas. Every Christ-mas.