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
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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