Friday, December 25, 2009

Star of My Heart

"Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where time is not, and only dreamers are.
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead
And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.
O lead me to Jehovah's Child
Across this dreamland lone and wild,
Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,
And kiss His little haloed head —
"My star and I, we love thee, little Child."
Except the Christ be born again to-night
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,
The world will never see His kingdom bright.
Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro' the night
Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,
Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin
To that far sky where mystic births begin,
Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.
Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,
And each shall find his brother fair,
Like a little child within:
All hearts of the earth shall find new birth
And wake, no more to sin."

--Vachel Lindsay

Hodie Christus natus est! A blessed Christmas to you and to those you love, dear readers.

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