A Christmas Poem

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

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