The Christmas Season is upon us, so I wanted to share this poem with you. It was written by Grace Noll Crowell. I found it in one of my old books. Enjoy!-anita
There is mystery in the rose bud and beauty in the blue of sleeping mountains; but there is mystery and beauty and illimitable majesty in the Milky Way.
I do not wonder that God chose a star
To be the sign
For heralding the advent of our Lord;
The still, white shine
Of any star holds something in its heart
Of the Divine.
He chose a star with its clean silver fire,
Its exaltation, and its steadfastness
The one sign that the shepherds and the kings
Alike, could see.
Grace Noll Crowell