Silver Stars and Angel Song
Curled in Mary’s womb
Fuse-eyed and finger-webbed,
Sucking Your tiny thumb
For comfort,
As You grew and changed,
Truly taking flesh upon You —
Creator God,
Did You look upon the silver stars
In Your mind’s eye,
There in the velvet dark
Of Your watery world?
Were Your tiny shell-ears
Still tuned to the glory songs of Heaven?
In our Christmas rebirth
Tune our ears to angel-song
And focus our eyes on the silver stars
That we might follow
And find You
O Babe of Bethlehem
Geraldine E. Foster
