The Star
The star shone cold and clear, winking on the desert plain. Just another night. No special sight. Shepherds, sheep . . . bed down to sleep. Herod, covered by his palace and power, his fear in his tower, pays no notice. It’s a single star shining amidst an eternity. Just another night. No special sight. A king, a birth . . . but nothing of worth. A thousand miles east, magi feast on the sky, a scroll to the eye so versed. The star sings the coronation of a king, “Come and see! Come and see!” The star still shines….
