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 brilliancy,

Its exaltation, and its steadfastness

it purity:

The one sign that the shepherds and the kings

Alike, could see.

Grace Noll Crowell

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