Lord, we see a star
but what does a star mean?
What language does it speak?
What song does it sing?
And why does it reel
when the others hold fast?
We’ve studied the signs all our lives.
We know the path
the lion takes across the sky,
the twins, the bear, the man:
twisting the cords of our fate
as they turn in their dance.
But this star, that hangs so low
and burns so bright
it weaves like the torch of a friend
walking before us through the night.

Written by: my pal, Carey Wallace

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  • http://www.thebestreddress.com/ Janna

    I’m not a Christmas person but you certainly have a way with words.