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One morning to discover a mysterious new star in the
Sky, too bright to be a planet, and certainly not to be
Had it come from and what was it doing? Questions Without answers I fear. A bright new star suddenly Appears in the sky exactly one month before Christmas. What on earth can it mean, who sent it and why, and if It came by Its own volition, what a remarkable Coincidence.
Nativity grew both in stature and number. Multitudes Gathered outside keen to bask in the dazzling light of This wondrous new heavenly portent. A power-star able To stop the world in its tracks, able to make people stop And wonder, and more importantly, take stock of their Lives, their behaviour towards one another. Nothing Scientific about kindness, nothing complex about Extending a warm hand or soothing the exhausted Spirit of a stranger in want of help; no formula needed For that, no mathematics required to sum up love.
Turned away from their idols and looked to the star for Fulfilment, and each day the star grew in intensity until Everyone on earth felt the healing power of its light. At Last here was a truth the whole world could see and Believe in. The star could not be denied, nor could its Presence be overshadowed by false rhetoric and pot Shots from the sidelines. Soon places of worship Everywhere opened their roofs to the sky, from where A sermon of light spoke volumes of deliverance without Uttering a word.
Man-made killing apparatus fell silent, laid to rest as Soldiers knelt with their former enemies to gaze at the Star, a second coming had truly come to pass, not as A man, nor as a woman, but as a miraculous, all Embracing, Christmas Star.
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