Written by: Beverly Crespo

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.