The Eastern Star
must have hum

with static joy

of the Holy One.

Beneath its light

the Child’s first cry

cradled by the

virgin mother.

Eternity changed.

The world awaits:

A final choice.

Revere the child

sleeping in the trough

beside the cattle

Mysterious possibility

that this child’s death

at thirty-two,

Made way for me

to spend my days and

all of eternity

In the light of the

Holy One.