For our Mothers on Christmas
Beyond all other nights, on this strange Night,
A strangers’ star, a silent, seeking star,
Helps set the wreckage of our souls aright:
It leads us to a stable door ajar
And we are not alone in peeking in:An ox, an ass, a lamb, some shepherds, too -
Bright star without; a brighter Light within
We children see the Truth three Wise Men knew
For we are children there in Bethlehem
Still shivering in that winter long ago
We watch and listened there, in star-light dim,
In cold Judea, in a soft, soft snow
The Stable and the Star, yes, we believe:
Our mothers sing us there each Christmas Eve
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