A radiant star climbed down from the heavens,
Planting virgin feet on hard ground,
Waiting for the crowd he knew would come.
But when it came,
The crowd was blinded by his brilliance.
Angrily, it drove him behind a high, wide wall
Where he remained for some time,
Planning his escape homeward.
But the wall crumbled
Beneath the weight of graspy hands
That reached out
To dim the luster of a light
They could not understand.
To shine brightly, a star needs
The protection of a clear night sky.