By Lawrence Hall
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Summary: Mothers are the keepers of tradition and faith in this Christmas poem.
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
Soft-shivering in that winter long ago;
We watch and listen there, in starlight 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.