THE STAR

Shining and shimmering, 
Gleaming and glimmering, 
I point to dawning morn. 
Hark to your reckoning; 
Follow my beckoning 
To where the King is born. 

Scholars of an ancient craft
In eastern lands afar, 
Studying the night-dark sky, 
Behold a brilliant star.

Gather treasure, jewels and gold, 
And stow it safely now. 
Bring the golden diadem 
To grace His royal brow. 

Find the incense, redolent 
With spicy fragrance sweet. 
You will bow to worship Him
And lay it at His feet. 

Weep to bring the bitter myrrh 
That points to sacrifice 
Greater than you could conceive:
A truly final price. 

Guide you need not, only me,
The star you see above. 
Follow well my guiding beams 
To greet the King of Love. 

Shining and shimmering, 
Gleaming and glimmering,
I lead to dawning morn. 
Hark to your reckoning; 
Follow my beckoning 
To where the King is born. 

D. Elizabeth Robinson
November 25, 2015

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