That bright star that shed light

to lead the wise Magi three

into King Herod’s “city of peace,”

as they brought gifts from the east.

It also led the shepherds

when the angels told them

the Savior’s been born

in a stable, near Bethlehem.

They all journeyed forth

to see this great miracle

that the angels foretold

when they brightly waxed lyrical.

He lay sleeping humbly

in a livestock trough

the babe wrapped in rags

like an old dirty cast-off.

Under that bright star he was born

for the poor and the weak,

a re-connection to God

for any and all, who seek.