PrintDecember 25, 2008
Still That Star (a poem)
There is still that Star, way beyond our reach.
What tales it could tell, what lessons teach!
How small we must seem in our tiny orb
So swift to despair, so quick to absorb
The petty tyrannies surrounding us all
When what we really need is to fall
Down on our knees in delighted awe
Before that great light which the shepherds saw.
Century after century on a certain night
What ever we believe in, we all have the right
To forget this world, and as one to stare
At that wondrous light still shining there.
Mimi Evans Winship
